I opened the car door for her and she caught me glancing as her dress rode up a long expanse of tan thigh. She smirked at me and I smiled. Getting caught looking at her lovely legs wasn't going to make her mad at me, in fact I think she likes that I can appreciate her physical charms without getting all stupid over them. All I know for sure is that if I really made a play for her, I would lose one of my closest friends, confidants, and partners. Plus she would probably hand me my head keeps my fantasies to myself. I watched others get a little stupid over her. Those she handled with her wicked sense of humor and rarely did anyone object. I'd also seen people get really stupid and a few of her put downs have become legendary. I'd also seen idiots get drunk and ... Read More»

I'm a cook. I love my job. The heat, the pace, the pressure - all in a good day's work. If you've ever worked in a restaurant, you know how it can be. Tempers run high, but at the end of the day, all is forgotten. At my particular restaurant (and I'm sure many others), closing is left up to one or two servers and a cook. Those nights are often slow, and afford a lot of time for socializing. Recently, my favorite nights have been closing with Natalie. We both got hired at the same time, but she went home for the summer. Then, 3 months later, she came back and she got HOT. So of course, I spent most of my long closing nights sitting out in the bar with Natalie, just bullshitting. "Hey gorgeous, come here often?" I asked with a grin as I slid onto ... Read More»

Looking up, I saw a corpsman calling my name. "This way please," he said. Efficiently and impersonally, he led me back to the examination room. "Have a seat please. The Dr. will be with you shortly." Before he really even cleared the door, she was walking in. My first impression was that the Navy was now sending cheerleaders to do dental work at Marine Corps Air Station Miramar. She was totally cute, and impossibly young to even be wearing gold bars. She was fairly tall, and very trim. She had a perky little set of breasts above a flat middle. Her hair was blond, and put up in a loose braid while her face was cute and pixyish with a slightly upturned nose and a spattering of freckles. She was wearing pristine dress whites that looked like ... Read More»

* Sitting absentmindedly stroking my shoulder length blond hair, I am sitting at my keyboard, staring blankly at my screen, as I have been since 9:00 this morning. My body is not in that bad shape for a woman my age, although I admit I could lose a few pounds. But my husband certainly appreciates my D-Cup breasts, which I admit have begun to sag a bit, and I know my ass isn't what it was when I was 19. I look at myself in the mirror, blushing instantly at what I see. I'm sitting here dressed in my "slut outfit" as she calls it. It consists of a 2 sizes too small white button down blouse, tied just under my boobs, and a short plaid catholic schoolgirl type skirt. Of course as prescribed, I'm wearing neither panties nor a bra. My hair is also done up in ... Read More»

Nat put down her knife and fork and pushed the plate away from her. She didn't suppose it would kill her. She looked around the table. Cleo was explaining some surgery technique and all of the others were giving her their un-divided attention. All except Pranoo. She was looking past Cleo and out over the Dallas skyline. At least it gave Nat the chance to look at her. She had an interesting face. Dark brown, almost black eyes. A nose a size too big for her face and a mouth that seemed a year in advance of the rest of her. She turned her head towards her and Nat hurriedly looked away. She'll be thinking I fancy her next. Nat thought. Nat picked p her disposable cup of what had jokingly been advertised as coffee and took another sip. She wished she ... Read More»

The girls in the senior Home Economics class were milling around and talking as the bell to start the fifth period rang. "Okay, ladies, please take your seats," Mrs. Wells ordered, "and make it snappy because we have a lot of ground to cover today!" A few moments later when everyone was in their assigned seat the fortyish teacher offered, "That's better, now where were we in our last lesson?" Jenny quickly raised her hand and after being recognized by Mrs. Wells replied, "We were discussing first sexual experiences and how to handle them." "Very good, Jenny," Sally Wells replied with a nod of her head. "And why is it important to know what to expect during our first sexual encounter?" "So that both ... Read More»

"Okay, that's enough about your grades," Virna Finch, said while placing Betsy King's file down on her desk, "so, now let's discuss your personal life." "Ma'am?" Betsy asked her guidance counselor. "You know, dear, about your relationships with boys." "Uh, I'm not sure exactly what you mean......," the red face senior replied nervously. "Just what the question implies," Virna Finch answered gently. "Do you have a boyfriend?" "Not a steady one," Betsy King replied. "That's good," Virna added quickly, "a girl your age is too young to get too close to a boy." The two of them sat their silently for a moment until Virna Finch asked softly, "Have you ever let a boy ... Read More»

It was late September early October and I was a first year college student. I was not your typical college student mind you. No I was 25 yrs old and it was rough, especially in my English class where most of the other students were fresh faced teenagers, we even had a couple of kids from High School. I dealt with it the best way I knew how; I sat in the front desk every Monday and Wednesday then left as soon as the period was over. I was completely shy and never lingered to chat with my classmates. Half way through the quarter the instructor assigned a paper, the class moaned in displeasure all except for me. I never minded writing papers, though the next thing out of her mouth did make me moan. She wanted us to pair up to write a paper. I hated working with ... Read More»

Megan spotted Julie from across the crowded gym. The beautiful brunette sat in a chair alone, her back to the wall, tears staining her face. Megan frowned and crossed the room to stand above her. "What's wrong?" she asked. Julie looked up at her, wiping tears from her eyes, and shook her head. Sobs shook my body as I watched the couple near one corner of the dance floor. He was tall and well-built, blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. In his strong arms he held a petite blonde in a blue dress cut too high at the hem line and two low at the neck line. She molded herself against his body and giggled, and the smile that spread across his face sent me into tears again. I buried my face in my hands, but the image stayed even after my eyes were closed. ... Read More»

Entering the college library, Susan, a slim, dark-haired woman, moved quietly round the shelves to the reference section, and seeking out her usual table in the far corner, walled in on two sides, she placed her laptop on the table and removed her coat. She hung her bag and coat on the back of her chair, walked to the shelves and after selecting the books she needed, returned to the table, opening them up next to the lap top. Carefully she scanned the pages, then switched on the laptop and opened up her work page. Susan sighed deeply and sat back in her chair, ignoring the laptop, books now unnoticed, dragging her fingers through her hair, drawing it away from her face. All she could see was the face and body of her lover, Jess. All she could think about was ... Read More»

In yet another weary attempt to satisfy my bisexual urges I had placed a personal ad for "Women seeking Women" online and received many responses but one of the responses grabbed my attention. Her name was Amy and she seemed like a really friendly woman. Although I hadn't seen a picture of her yet something told me that I was going to be intensely attracted to her. After we talked online for a couple of weeks we decided to take matters to the next level and exchange telephone numbers. One night I was on my way out the door to the 94th and the phone rang. Yes it was Amy. We just started talking about the typical stuff - work, kids, boyfriends - and the subject of where we went to high school came up. As it turns out we went to the same high school and graduated ... Read More»

It's about noon already. I'm standing outside with her while she takes a fifteen minute break at her work. It's just us out here, no one else at her job smokes and you can't see the back of the building from the road. She wraps her arms loosely around my shoulders in an embrace and kisses my neck. "So have you missed me this week, Lover?" she asks in a kitten like purr. She pulls back to look in my eyes while running her hands down my shoulders, cupping my breasts in her hands and squeezes them. My body reacts to her touch and I feel myself get damp. "You know I have, Baby." I reply. I gently push her against the brick wall and kiss those full lips before she can get her cigarette out of the pack. I run my tongue over her lips, tasting the vanilla lip balm ... Read More»

As I followed her through the museum I couldn’t help but stare at her. She was absolutely gorgeous. She could easily been a part of the museum and no one would think twice. We entered the ‘racy’ section of the museum. There have been several attempts to close it down, calling it pornography, lucidious and other ridiculous views. I admit I am not a huge fan of art. I mean, I like it and all but I don’t drool over stuff. There are displays that make me think about sex and before I know it, I’m horny. It doesn’t help that I’m always following her through there and staring at her hips sway back and forth as she walks. Her sultry voice filling the hallways, as she tells the tourists a little bit about each piece. She works at the museum as a restorer, cleaning off ... Read More»

For years now, a group of my friends and I have been getting together once a month to play "Bunco", a friendly dice game. We are all close to the same age and it is really just an excuse to get together, socialize and have some fun with "the girls." One particular evening proved to be a very pleasurable time for myself and my friend Kelly. We are both married and have been good friends for a long time. Several years ago when our children were much younger, the "Bunco Club" was an excuse to get away from our families for an evening. Each of the Bunco Club members would take turns hosting the monthly gathering and come up with different prizes and other fun activities. Husbands and children of the hostess would disappear for the evening so we could talk about ... Read More»

"See you later hun, bye. Oh, Jodie, could you throw my other dark suit in for dry cleaning? Thanks, byeeee!!" A routine start to a routine day that would change our lives for ever. I normally do the dry cleaning run on the third Wednesday of the month. It was circled on the calendar in the kitchen with the note "dry cleaning" underneath it. A reminder pops up on the PC just in case I get to the PC before the kitchen. So, there I was gathering together all the clothing for the monthly spruce-up. As usual I carried out a trawl of Dan's pockets, just to make sure that nothing important was dissolved in solvents. Dan's pockets never did hold anything of importance, but it was part of the routine. I was fishing out the usual collection of ... Read More»