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“So there I was: heart palpitating like a teenager, looking at this man--this demi-God--and just wanting him. Wanting to get down on my knees in front of him and take him, own him, have him. Jesus, the feeling was so intense.”

Jen and I were on the train--we were heading North towards Cumbria, for a short holiday in the Lake District. I had only been half listening: there was a bloke at the table opposite us who looked, well, yummy. I thought Jen was telling some boring story about buying her hiking boots.

“So what did you do?”

“Well, he was kneeling in front of me in the shop and helping me to try on these boots. I was not dressed… appropriately. I was wearing a skirt for goodness sake! But I’d put on some socks from the shop and was ready to try on the boots. I held out my leg, and he slipped off my shoe. When I had leaned forward to put on the thick sock, I am sure he got a good look at my cleavage. I could see his eyes flitting this way and that as I sat back.”

“And?”

“Well he pulled the boot laces tight, with my foot on his thigh. I think he knew I was flirting when I put my other foot--the one without a boot on it--on his other thigh. Just my stockinged foot, sliding up and down his thigh as he tried to tie the boot laces,” she giggled.

“You slapper!” I said.

Jen shrugged, smiled and continued, “Anyway, I looked down and saw his trouser snake growing as he tried to concentrate on my boot. He asked me if the boot was too tight. I told him it wasn’t and he asked me to stand up. ‘Why don’t you put the other one on first?’ I said. So he put on the other boot and I stood up and walked around. Now hiking boots are not the sexiest footwear, but with my foot on his thigh, I had managed to hot things up and he had a definite tent in his trousers.

“I told him the boots fit fine and asked him to pick me out some black leggings I could wear with them. As he toddled off to find some, I took the boots and socks back off. He came back with a pair of sleek black leggings and I asked him where the changing rooms were. He pointed them out and followed me to the back of the shop. I went into the changing room and slipped off my skirt--so from the waist down I just had my hold up stockings and a g-string.”

I shook my head and smirked. I glanced over at the yummy bloke on the train and I would have sworn there was no music on his headphones. Surreptitiously, he was listening to Jen’s story.

“Anyway, I called to the bloke and asked him to help me. When he put his head round the curtain, he saw me with my back to him, showing off my bum in the g-string. I looked at him over my shoulder and said, “Do you think I should take off my stockings to try on the leggings? You should have heard him stutter.”

I laughed. I could just imagine Jen doing this.

“Anyway, he finally said that yes, I should take off the stockings. So I sat on the stool in the changing room and asked him to help.”

“Was the shop busy?”

“No. It was almost closing time, and he was the only person working. We were the only ones in the shop. So he told me to hold on a minute and he went and locked the door, closing a few minutes early. Then he came back and knelt in front of me. He slid my stockings down my legs and I opened my thighs a little, giving him a flash of the g-string. Then he knelt forward with his hands on my thighs. I ran my hands through his hair and pulled him down onto me. He knew what to do.

“He kissed me all around my nethers then pulled my g-string aside and kissed me under there,” Jen was whispering now. “When his tongue brushed my clit I jumped a mile I was so horny. I wrapped my legs around him and he went at me with gusto: licking and sucking at me while I wailed and moaned on the stool. I was raking my fingers at his back when he made me cum. Jesus he was good.”

The bloke on the train with the headphones was shuffling in his seat. I suspect he was enjoying Jen’s story. I looked over at him and winked. “Then what happened?” I asked.

“Well then I told him to stand up. There was this enormous bulge in his trousers. I rubbed it with the palm of my hand and then unzipped him. He must have been going commando, because his prick came out and almost slapped me in the face. I took it in my hands and rubbed him up and down. He was gasping and groaning. When he felt my tongue tracing the length of his tool I thought he was going to collapse. Talk about weak at the knees!

“Anyway, to cut a long story short I gave him a blow job. Sucked at his cock, teased his balls. For all his length he didn’t have much staying power and before long I had a mouthful of spunk. He looked down at me with a kind of faraway look--like he was in a trance. His eyes widened when he saw I had a mouthful.”

“Dirty bitch.”

“That’s me!”

I looked over at the yummy guy on the train. “Want to come join us?” I asked him with a smile.

He pulled off his headphones and said, “Sorry?”

“Want to come join us?” I asked again.

“Sure!” He said, and shuffled over to sit next to Jen, and opposite me.

“Did you hear what my friend was telling me?” I asked him.

He nodded, embarrassed and turning red.

“Cheeky,” admonished Jen, playfully.

“I thought so.”

“Jealous?” Asked Jen, and yummy bloke could only nod.

“I’ll bet you are,” she said and her hand went under the table. I suspect she was squeezing his thigh, given the way he started. “But there’s no need to be.”

“Do you want a blow job.”

“Er… well… um…”

“That’s OK,” I went on, “It was sort of a rhetorical question. Of course you do. What man doesn’t? And Jen’s a bit of a slapper, and you’re a nice looking guy. What’s your name, nice looking guy?”

“Michael,” he said, “Mike.”

“Hi, Mike--nice to meet you. I am Nicki, and this is my friend Jen.”

“Nice to meet you both too.” His smile was nervous, to say the least.

I slipped off my shoe, and put my foot against Mike’s leg. Slowly I slid my foot up his leg, the sole of my foot teasing him as I went. When I got to his knee, I felt Jen’s hand teasing him too. Jen’s hand moved further up and so did my foot. We both could feel Mike’s erection in his trousers. “Did we do that to you?” asked Jen.

He nodded.

Jen smiled at him and asked, “So where are you going, Michael?”

He cleared his throat, “The Lake District.”

She raised her eyebrows, her face lighting up, “What a coincidence--so are we!” By the way he squirmed, I presumed that Jen’s hand must be pressed against his erect cock.

The train slowed and pulled into a station. I glanced up and saw we were in Lancaster. Ours was the next stop--Oxenholme. A few people got off and, as the train pulled away, I glanced around I realised we more or less had the carriage to ourselves. Turning to Jen, I whispered, “See if you can make him cum before our station.”

Mike didn’t know where to look but he didn’t try to resist as Jen undid his belt and unsnapped his jeans.

“Can you feel her warm hand on your shaft, Michael?” I whispered.

He nodded.

“Her soft fingertips exploring your length; her fingernails grazing your balls.”

He nodded, his eyes half closed.

“She’s such a slut.”

Jen opened her mouth in mock horror at my comment, but carried on stroking Mike’s cock.

“In a minute she’s going to take you in her mouth, Michael.” I could see that Jen was starting to rhythmically pump at Mike’s cock, and his head rocked back against the seat. The tip of his cock was visible over the table top. Jen leaned down and flicked the shiny tip of Mike’s cock with the tip of her tongue. Flicking and licking, she explored his glans, her mouth opening wider until she could take his cock into her mouth. Jen’s head started disappearing down behind the table; then she bobbed up and down, sucking at Mike’s cock, for all she was worth.

Mike grabbed Jen’s head and started thrusting upward, groaning as she sucked, his eyes tight shut. He started to thrust hard and faster, Jen gagging as the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat. I was enthralled as I watched, the spell broken by the announcement. “Ladies and gentlemen, we will soon be arriving in Oxenholme the Lake District. Please change here for all stations to Windermere.”

Mike thrust faster and faster, then arched his back, his fingers entangled in Jen’s hair as he literally fucked her mouth. Eye’s shut, mouth gaping, he came and Jen gagged again as her mouth filled with spunk. Mike’s hands flopped down, letting go of Jen’s head. When she sat up, there was still cum dripping down her chin, but she was smiling broadly. She licked her lips and straightened her clothes as Mike did up his jeans. Moments later, we were stopped at Oxenholme, grabbing our bags and climbing down onto the platform.

...ooOoo…

It was summer, so even as we arrived at nine in the evening, it was still quite light. Although we could have taken a train on to Windermere, we decided to take a cab. There were a couple waiting at the taxi rank and, though we weren’t at the same hotel, Mike was also travelling on to Windermere, so the three of us sat across the back of the taxi, with Jen in the middle.

Mike spent the journey with his hand exploring Jen’s thigh, slowly sliding higher. She was wearing tight jeans so he really couldn’t get any access without the taxi driver noticing, but I am sure she enjoyed his attentions as the taxi made its way through Kendal and out towards Windermere.

Windermere is the largest of the lakes in the Lake District national park, and probably the most visited. We were booked into a hotel called the Windermere Hotel, and the taxi driver had no trouble finding it. Jen paid our share of the taxi fare and exchanged phone numbers with Mike before the taxi took him further off into the town to his hotel, then we checked into our twin room.

It had been a long journey from Brighton, and we were both tired and hungry. “I could do with a shower,” said Jen.

“Well,” I replied, “I think you got most of the spunk off your face.”

Jen giggled and started to strip off for her shower--just a T-shirt bra on under her tight fitting sky blue sweater. “Why don’t you order us some room service?”

“Sure,” I replied and she stripped off her underwear and went into the bathroom. I found the menu, and took only a moment to scan it.

“Room service?”

“Hi,” I said, “Can I order some food please?”

The bloke on the phone confirmed our room number and I gave him our order. A burger and chips and a salad (both of which we could share) and a bottle of wine.

“How long will it be?”

“About twenty minutes Miss. Is that OK?”

“Sure--thanks.”

I sat up on one of the beds, and started flicking through the TV channels as I heard the shower in the bathroom. Jen took a nice long shower and as she came back into the bedroom, with one towel on her head and another wrapped around her body, there was a knock on the door.

“I’ll get it,” Said Jen as I started to get up.

A young guy, wearing a hotel uniform came in carrying a huge tray with our food. Jen was flat against the wall, holding the door open for him. I suppose as he came past her he must have caught her towel on his hand or something because suddenly Jen let go of the door, which swang shut and bent down to grab her towel.

All the while, the room service chap was saying, “Oh I’m so sorry,” his face blushing beet red.

“No worries,” said Jen. “No worries at all.” She took her time wrapping herself back up in the towel and the poor guy didn’t know where to look. Jen was smiling broadly. She glanced over at me and winked. Had she done that on purpose? The penny dropped and I rolled my eyes at her.

She sat on the edge of the bed nearest him, as he put the tray down on the desk. “Could you open the wine for us please?” She asked.

“Of course madam.”

“Madam?” She said, then turned to me. “Do I look like a madam?”

I shrugged.

Jen stood up and walked over to the mirror before repeating her question to no one in particular.

“I didn’t mean any offense.” Said the chap.

“None taken,” Replied Jen with a smile.

He pulled a bottle opener from his pocket and started to open the wine.

“Madam,” repeated Jen as she looked at herself in the mirror. “Madam,” She repeated, lingering on that final M as if deeply satisfied.

The cork popped and he poured a little wine into a glass, which he started to hand to me. But then Jen turned back to us, and this time, deliberately removed her towel, dropping it to the floor and revealing herself completely. “Do I look like a Madam now?”

Flustered, he almost dropped the wine, but I saved it. “Oh God, please,” He whispered.

Jen took a step towards him. “Call me Madam again,” She said.

“Please, Madam.” He replied.

“Mmm… even better.” Said Jen as she took another step towards him. Standing right in front of him, nipples proud and the towel still intact on her head.

“You’re bad.” I said, and took a sip of wine.

“Me?” they both replied, in unison.

“You,” I said, nodding at Jen.

She smiled and bit her lip.

“Can I go now?” Asked the room service bloke.

“Do you really want to?” I asked him. “Really?”

He hesitated, his eyes flicking to Jen’s naked body.

“I don’t think you do--Do you?”

He shook his head.

“And she is a bad, isn’t she?”

This time he nodded.

“Do I need punishing?”

I nodded.

Jen smiled at me, twitching her nose playfiully then knelt on the bed, her arse in the air. The towel fell from her head, leaving her completely naked. The poor room service bloke didn’t know where to look.

Looking down at his chest, I saw his name tag. “Look, Adrian. My friend here has been a naughty girl. And when she’s naughty she needs punishment. She needs a good spanking.” His eyes widened. “Can you help me with that?” He took on that ‘rabbit in the headlights’ look. “Can you?” I repeated.

He straightened a little, as if steeling himself and gave the smallest of nods.

“Good.”

Jen waggled her arse again and Adrian approached her. I think his first smack caught her off guard because her whole body flinched and she gave a little yelp.

“That’s the way, Adrian,” I whispered, and he smacked her again. This time, I could see the red outline of his hand left on her bum, and Jen bit her lip. She was loving it.

The next smack hit her other cheek and she flinched again. Number four hit both cheeks and Jen groaned with pleasure. Adrian was getting into his stride; his other hand slipped under Jen and grabbed one of her swinging tits, then he smacked her again.

“Now you’re getting the hang of it,” I said. “But you’re not finished yet, are you Adrian?”

“No,” he replied, almost growling. “No, I’m not.”

His fingers were digging into Jen’s breast as he smacked her arse again. Now the red marks were blending into each other, leaving both cheeks burning red. A bulge was growing in his trousers too.

“Adrian?”

He turned to me.

“Is she wet?”

He slid his hand between Jen’s legs and a finger pushed between her lips.

“Yes,” he replied. “Very.”

“Then she needs fucking,” I said. “So fuck her.”

Well, by now he needed no further encouragement. He unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock. It was long and slender and hairless. Without a word, he rubbed the tip of his cock along Jen’s lips then thrust forward hard and fast enough to make her gasp. Leaning forward he grabbed her tits in his hands, and thrust again; this time the full length of his cock inside her.

“Oh God.” Growled Jen. “Oh God, yes!”

Adrian got himself into a rhythm, rocking back and forth, pulling Jen onto his cock, his fingernails digging into her tits. Jen buried her face in a pillow to stifle her own moaning and Adrian pounded away faster and faster. She rocked back onto his cock, meeting his thrusts as I sipped my wine, enjoying the spectacle. “Oh fuck,” rasped Adrian. “Oh fuck. I’m going to cum. I’m going to fucking cum.”

“Not yet,” replied Jen. “Please--not yet.”

But Adrian was past the point of no return. His thrusting became frenzied and finally, pulling Jen onto his cock, thrusting full length inside her, his body stiffened, his eyes closed and his mouth opened as he came.

“Bollocks,” wheezed Jen.

“That’s not very ladylike,” I replied.

“Well, after a blowjob and a fuck, I’ve still not fucking cum myself.” She said.

“That’s not very fucking ladylike either!” I retorted.

Adrian slumped back, and his dripping cock slipped from Jen's pussy. Spunk dripped from the tip and from Jen's gaping hole. "Oh fuck," Mumbled Adrian.

"And now I think you had better play the gentleman," I told him. He looked at me blankly, his cock shrinking before my eyes. "Kneel down and lick her clean."

He looked bewildered.

"You heard me. It's either that or the hotel manager's going to hear about you fraternising with the guests."

He still wasn't sure, but when I reached for the phone he quickly got down on his knees behind Jen and gently held her still glowing arse cheeks in his hands and slid his tongue along her slit--tasting his own cum.

Jen buried her head back in the pillow and moaned as Adrian licked and sucked on her pussy, then, thrusting his tongue deep inside her, his nose nuzzled the cleft of her arse.

I poured myself some more wine and sat down on the other bed, leaning against the headboard to watch.

Jen grabbed handfuls of bedspread still groaning into the pillow as Adrian continued his ministrations. He sucked on Jen's clit and she squealed into the pillow, her whole body going stiff as she came. Then she turned over onto her back and Adrian leaned in, still licking and sucking, with Jen's legs now wrapped around him. Jen bit on her finger, neck arched, eyes tight closed. As I finished my second glass of wine, Adrian slipped two fingers inside her dripping pussy and sucked hard on Jen's clit. This time she locked his head between her thighs and gasped as her second orgasm shuddered through her.

...ooOoo...

Well, our burger was cold but the wine was good--so we ate it anyway. And the salad was fine. Adrian slinked off back to his job and Jen and I relaxed in front of the telly.

Later on I got a text from Mike. "Meet me in reception at noon and I'll take you up to Orrest Head."

I replied "Sounds good. See you then."

We polished off the wine and went to bed--the hotel room was lovely and warm so we slept in the nude, spooning in the bed that wasn't spattered with Adrian's stuff.

The next morning we woke to the sound of the chambermaid opening the door and calling "Service". She can't have expected us to be there and when I looked at the clock it was already eleven! Anyway, we must have kicked off our blankets during the night because she gave a little squeal and dropped a pile of towels when she saw the two of us lying there.

"Oh I am so sorry," She said, "I am so very sorry. I didn't think there was anybody in the room. So sorry to disturb you." She knelt on the floor and was trying to gather the towels she'd dropped. She seemed upset--crying.

I slipped off the bed and knelt with her, helping to pick up the towels. "Don't worry. It's ok. Nobody's angry." I smiled as reassuringly as I could, naked and with sleep still in my eyes. Jen, by the way, was still sleeping.

When the towels were picked up I put on a hotel dressing gown and asked Lisa (from her name tag), "What's up? What's the matter?"

"I am sorry. I have only just started working here yesterday. There's so much to do and I don't want to lose my job. And if anyone complains then I'm sure that will be it. The manager he..."

She broke off, about to say something disloyal perhaps. Instead she turned on her heel and took the towels back to her cart.

"Lisa?"

"Yes Miss?"

"We won't complain. Don't worry. I'll speak to the manager and tell him what a wonderful job you're doing." I smiled and she smiled back.

"Thank you Miss."

I nodded and she was gone, off to the next room. My shower roused Jen--who put the kettle on--and we breakfasted on instant coffee and ginger biscuits. By the time we were dressed and outfitted for a walk it was getting on for twelve so we headed down to the lobby.

...ooOoo...

Mike was already there, in a tight fitting T-shirt, long shorts and walking shoes--but he wasn't alone. With him was a God: tall and shiny black, bald as bald can be, with the broadest smile.

"Nicki, Jen, this is Saul. Saul, this is Nicki and Jen."

"Hi," We replied together. "Nice to meet you."

"Orrest Head?" Asked Mike.

"Sure."

Mike and Saul lead us out through the car park and onto a track that lead up a hill. The Hotel was set on the hill, towards the top--or so we thought. But we soon found ourselves a little out of breath as the track continued to meander up the hill. The sun was hot and soon I was sweating. Jen was struggling to keep up with me, but luckily Mike and Saul were taking a leisurely pace.

The track turned into a path and lead out of the woods. After a gate, the path got really stony but didn't continue much more than a hundred yards. Panting, we found ourselves at the top. There were quite a few people there taking in magnificent views of Lake Windermere. Saul came over to me and pointed out Ambleside (a village to the North) and, to the South, where the car ferry crosses the lake. Jen was sitting on a rock her head between her knees trying to get her breath back. Mike offered her some water.

Most people there headed back down the way they came but we headed down the back of the hill, away from the Lake. I walked with Saul and Jen with Mike.

"So how do you know Mike?" I asked.

"We work together."

"Oh really? What do you do?"

He smiled. "We're personal trainers."

"Ah." I replied. "That explains why it was only me and Jen who were so breathless back there."

He gave me a broad smile.

"Mike told me you met him on the train yesterday."

"Uh huh?"

Pause.

"What else did he say?"

Pause.

"He said that you and Jen were very... friendly."

I nodded. I could see Saul's powerful legs under his tight running leggings. "Did he?"

"Mmm hmm."

We were walking through a field of sheep down to a dry stone wall. I let the silence fall between us as we walked. When I glanced back I saw Jen and Mike in each other's arms, kissing.

"Looks like Jen's still very friendly," Saul said--apparently, he had looked back too. I looked over at Saul, and saw his broad smile. His taut muscles under his tight shirt, looking relaxed, confident. I was melting.

"Come on," he said. “They'll catch up.” We climbed over a step stile on the wall and turned left down a lane and past farm buildings. We were walking down a narrow road with dry stone walls on both sides. When I glanced back again, Jen and Mike were nowhere to be seen.

"So how did you and Jen meet?" He asked.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"You seem an honest sort of person."

"Thanks. I'm not prone to lying, but the story is a little... outrageous."

"I'm intrigued."

"I'll bet you are," I replied with a smile.

Saul showed me a gate on our left which went into a wood. The path led through the trees and over a stream. When we got to the bridge I suggested we stop and wait for the others. We leaned against the wooden bridge and watched the water bubbling under. Saul's arm brushed against mine. It gave me shivers. I turned to him and smiled. "I seduced her on the promenade in Brighton, while eating an ice cream."

He smiled back. "You're right. I don't believe you--an ice cream? Ridiculous."

We both laughed at his joke. Looking back down at the river he said, "I have some very erotic images going through my head right now."

"Oh dear."

I let my comment hang in the air. The only sound was the water of the stream over the pebbles of the streambed.

“They’re quite distracting,” he said.

“I can imagine.”

The stream was laughing at us. Giggling, burbling.

“Very distracting.”

I smiled and turned to him. Saul turned to me. His eyes were searching my face. The anticipation of his kiss was almost as wonderful as the kiss itself. Almost. I bit my lip and held his eyes with mine. He leaned forward and I tasted the minty flavour of his breath an instant before his lips touched mine. Saul’s hand went to the nape of my neck and held my lips to his. He moaned a deep bass moan as he felt my tongue slip between his lips. I wrapped my arms around him and we locked in an embrace that felt like it went on for hours. We finally separated when we were approached by a middle aged man walking his greyhound.

“Afternoon,” he said and walked on as I giggled. I reached out for Saul’s hand and gave it a squeeze. He looked down at me and smiled.

“Hi,” Replied Saul without taking his eyes from mine. He tilted his head and leaned in to kiss me again. I felt weak at the knees, and leaned against the bridge for support. This time it was me who held Saul’s face in my hands as we kissed. There were no more men with dogs, nothing to distract this kiss and so it went on, and on. His tongue taking its turn to explore my mouth.

I felt Saul’s hand caressing the curve of my waist, then sliding up my side. It was my turn to moan into his minty mouth. When his hand cupped my breast I took my mouth from him and gasped. From the look in his eye, he must have thought I was protesting--but he realised his error when I plunged back into our kiss. His caress became more urgent. He was pulling at my shirt; I felt his hand against my skin, sliding up my belly, finding my bra. I moaned again, and he understood this time; he pulled down the cup of my bra and I felt his fingers on my nipple.

This time, I pulled away to gasp--feeling the pleasure and pain of his fingers pinching at my nipple, then mauling my breast. I was so horny I was about ready to fuck him right then and there.

It was Saul’s turn to pull away this time. At least enough so that he could whisper.

“Holy shit.”

I just smiled.

“You’ve got me so fucking horny.”

I giggled. “You’ve not done so bad yourself!” I was dripping--but I wasn’t going to tell him that.

But then above the sound of the stream we heard a shriek. It was coming from somewhere off in the woods--behind us, but not along the path. I took Saul by the hand and put my finger to my lips, then beckoned him to follow me. We made our way carefully, and as quietly as we could through the woods. Only a hundred yards away we could see human shapes moving. We went a little closer and I could see what I expected to see. It seemed Jen and Mike had followed us into the woods. Jen looked dishevelled; her shirt up, her tits swinging free, her trousers around her knees. She was bent down, holding a tree trunk for support being fucked from behind by Mike. With each thrust, she groaned; Mike held her by the waist, ramming his cock into her over and over again--his teeth bared as he fucked Jen hard.

Jen was loving it. Groaning, biting her lip, trying to stifle another scream; pushing herself back onto Mike’s cock. “Yes,” she whispered, “Oh God, yes.”

I turned to Saul, “Lucky old Mike,” I whispered. “And lucky old Jen.”

Saul looked back at me and leaned in to kiss me again. Then something grey whizzed past my knees and on towards the lovers. When I looked over, I realised it was the greyhound, it’s lead trailing from its collar. It got to Mike and Jen and started jumping up, apparently excited.

“Geordie!” We heard a shout from behind us. “Here, Geordie! Here boy.”

We could hear the rustle of leaves and the breaking of twigs as the old guy, who had been walking his dog, came upon us.

“Have you seen him?” He asked, when he saw us. “My dog?”

Saul jerked his thumb in the direction of Jen and Mike, who had realised they were about to be interrupted and were trying in vain to make themselves more presentable. Though Mike got his trousers up--and so did Jen, she was still pulling down her shirt when the old bloke strode out to get his dog.

“There you are boy! Come here, Geordie. Here boy.”

He had a flash of tit before the dog jumped up at him; then he grabbed the lead again and made his way back towards the path. Saul and I walked over towards Jen and Mike, and we were all grins.

“You are such a slapper,” I said to Jen, in a stage whisper. She shrugged and smiled back at me.

I rolled my eyes and turned to Saul; “Insatiable.” He smiled back and winked. I knew what he was thinking. The moment--at least that one--had passed for Jen and Mike. The four of us set back toward the path. This time Jen was hand in hand with Mike, and I with Saul. The boys showed us how the path lead across a field, and then, through another wood, along a stony path and back towards the hotel.

As we got close to the hotel, we saw the chambermaid, Lisa, coming towards us.

“Hi Lisa,” said Mike.

“Oh!” She replied, in surprise. “Hi.”

“How are you?” He continued. “Mr Blackthorn still making your life miserable?”

She nodded, and seemed almost on the point of tears as she passed us.

“Take care.” Said Mike, and then, as Lisa hurried on, “Don’t let the bastard grind you down.”

We found a pub nearby, and Saul got the drinks in. while he was at the bar, Mike explained about Lisa.

“I used to work at the Windermere as well, but I couldn’t bear it. Couldn’t bear him--Mr Blackthorn--Jim Blackthorn. What a wanker! What a prick. He would just make everyone’s lives a misery. Constantly threatening to sack people. A hundred pointless rules, that he pulled out of his arse and stuck up on the staff noticeboard. Eventually I had enough and walked out. I didn’t even have another job. Most people do go--but Lisa… I don’t know why she stays. But she does. Poor thing.”

“Well that explains something.” I said, and went on to explain how upset Lisa had been when she had come to make up our room that morning.

Saul got back with the drinks and we spent a pleasant time chatting and flirting. Every time Saul and I locked eyes, my heart seemed to skip a beat.

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Thought you might be interested in this, as you know I am a shop fitter by trade and often travel all over the UK staying in various hotels, this last week-end I had to work in Glasgow and stayed in a Travel lodge, I got the job done sooner than I thought and had a whole day to kill so decided to go back via the Lake District so that I could take some photographs (photography being my hobby) so I drove around and found a pleasant B & B.   I checked into the B & B and after a...

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Lake District Dogging

Lake Windermere on a summers evening, we were driving round our old haunts after eight years in Australia, to be truthful nothing seems to have changed. The last time here we'd had sex in the back of my Hillman Super Minx, I thought we might as well repeat the memory in the back of our rented Mercedes checking that we couldn't be seen from the road we moved into the back seat. Once back their I slid my fingers under Anne's panties to finger her and play with her clit as we kissed Anne undid my...

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Holiday surprise part3

Holiday surprise part3On return to our suburban life style, we spent the first week, catching up on everything. I had a commission to complete as well as my Monday to Friday work as a bus driver and that of course had to come first. Before I started I had the frames made, as I did not want to send the completed work to the framers, the men there knew both me and my lady wife and there`s no point in inviting a reputation is there, and giving my local carpenter a cheap thrill is not what it`s...

3 years ago
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Lake Dstrict Holiday part 2

I awoke first to the rain on my body, before I realised I was naked. Then the pain in my head hit me – a crushing, paralysing headache, like the mother of all hangovers. Pain so intense I could hardly open my eyes. I heard the rustling of leaves and then hot breath on my skin. I heard panting (panting?) and tried to open my eyes against the pain, tried to shield my eyes from the dappled sunlight but I couldn’t move my hands. “Geordie!” A voice in the distance. I tried to open my eyes, tried to...

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Time for family Holiday adult only series 1 part3

Andrea’s kids were picked up by their dad and taken off for a two-week holiday with him and his parents.While they were going to Spain, we were heading to Cornwall for a week with Andrea’s family. Our first stop was at her parents’ house and her mother, Rachel, came out to greet us.“The Jeep’s loaded and we’re ready to go,” she said and then surprised me by adding, “Men in the Jeep, girls in your car.”“Oh, right,” I said, handing my car keys to Andrea.I had just enough time to give her a quick...

Incest
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Lake House Virgin

I had just finished jerking off and I was lying here on my bed trying to piece together "What went wrong; why am I still a virgin at eighteen?" I am a pretty good looking dude if I do say so myself; 6'2" tall, dark wavy hair, blue eyes, handsome face, athletic build. I work on my body; lifting at the gym, running and biking. Why couldn't I have scored at least once during high school? High school is over now, I just graduated last week. My chance to score during those four influential years is...

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Lake House Virgin

I had just finished jerking off and I was lying here on my bed trying to piece together "What went wrong; why am I still a virgin at eighteen?" I am a pretty good looking dude if I do say so myself; 6'2" tall, dark wavy hair, blue eyes, handsome face, athletic build. I work on my body; lifting at the gym, running and biking. Why couldn't I have scored at least once during high school? High school is over now, I just graduated last week. My chance to score during those four influential years is...

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Lake II

Lake II By Connie W (aka ponygirlTS) Chapter Eight A Few Days Later I have to admit that I am uncomfortable with Lake sleeping around. I think that she has had sex with everyone except Jerry (who she says she won't) and Martin (who she says avoids her like the plague). Martin was doing all right at avoiding her too, until she caught him in the shower. She had picked the bathroom door lock and snuck in. She had made a show of it as she walked through the living room and...

3 years ago
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Lake Lady

Lake Lady, by Armond "And there I saw mage Merlin... And near him stood the Lady of the Lake, Who knows a subtler magic than his own- Clothed in white samite, mystic, wonderful. She gave the King his huge cross-hilted sword, Whereby to drive the heathen out: a mist Of incense curled about her, and her face Wellnigh was hidden in the minster gloom..." -Idylls of the King, by Alfred, Lord Tennyson "And when I was fifteen yeere old, then was I...

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Lake Wannacum Nights

Part 1 The first thing a visitor to the quiet Minnesota town of Lake Wannacum is likely to say (other than "Where the hell is the interstate anyway we've been crawling along these dirt tracks for hours, my sat-nav said this was the cross-country route to St. Cloud, my God, have you people even seen a Starbucks?") is "Why does the church on Main Street have a carved wooden penis outside it?" It's a fair question. Coming from the south, through the well-tended corn fields and skirting the...

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Lake Wannacum Nights Part One

The first thing a visitor to the quiet Minnesota town of Lake Wannacum is likely to say (other than "Where the hell is the interstate anyway we've been crawling along these dirt tracks for hours, my sat-nav said this was the cross-country route to St. Cloud, my God, have you people even seen a Starbucks?") is "Why does the church on Main Street have a carved wooden penis outside it?" It's a fair question. Coming from the south, through the well-tended corn fields and skirting the edge of lake,...

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My Wife at the Holiday Party

(This is a re-imagining of JetLag's "Party Game." All the credit for idea and structure goes to him. -- CO) *A few months ago, my wife Karen and I were invited to a holiday party that was thrown by my boss. It was the beginning of the holiday season, and we were eager to go to a nice party, even though it was going to be mostly attended by my coworkers. Karen and I had only been married a few years ago, after we met in college and fell in love, and we discovered very quickly in our relationship...

2 years ago
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Lake Estate1

Hope you enjoy! –RogueRambler Ok, let me start by telling you a bit about myself, which might help you understand how I turned-out the way I am. My father was a very rich and very powerful man. When I was a kid I never actually knew exactly what it was he did, but I did know that his job kept him away from home more than he was there. My mother died after battling cancer for almost two years, when I was still quite young. After Mom was gone, It seemed as though Dad was home...

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Lake of Dreams

Gwendolyn's life changed forever the day she drowned. It was, of course, true that her life had been changing gradually in many ways for some time, as is the natural order of things. From a carefree little girl--who loved nothing more than to sit perched on the knee of her white-haired grandfather, listening with wide-eyed wonder to the fantastic tales the old man told, fables of secretive elves and towering dragons and mischievous fairies, of fair princes and dazzling princesses and heroes...

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Lake

Lake By Connie W (aka ponygirlTS) Chapter One: Another E-mail from Wilson Well here it is, another of Wilson's, "get the old fire-team back together," schemes. So why can't I go this time? You would think that they would realize, that after 20 years, we needed to get on with our lives. Maybe I should just tell them the truth. We don't have anything in common anymore, except those tired old war stories that they always seem to drag out when we are together. I mean look, they...

4 years ago
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Lake Tannin 3

A minute later two other girls came out of the water wearing bikinis and began to dry themselves off with their towels. Not seeing anyone else around Alan called out, “Hello the camp.” He walked out of the darkness into the firelight and confronted the women. “Who are you and why are you trespassing on my property?” The women were surprised at his appearance and one stepped out and replied, “Excuse me but I believe this is public land. Who are you?” “I am Alan Denning and I own...

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Lake Nicaragua Part 2

We sat naked on the decking, drinking coffee and eating bagels. The lake looked amazing and made me want to either be on it or in it. I watched the chemistry between Anna and Robert, all the years of marriage behind them and they were still in love. It wasn't that they loved one another, they were 'in' love with one another. Still with the puppy dog eyes. ''Hell-cat, you look amazing.'' my uncle told me, I was leaning back into the sun lounger, my legs crossed and wearing...

4 years ago
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Lake Trip

Best Friends MomTrip to the lake Ok you all know the story of how I started to have sex with my best friend’s mom while I was in high school. Well this is another installment of that story line. It was summer and hot as always we have talked about going to the lake and camping out for some time now but just haven’t had the chance, meaning time and money. See I was working my ass off in the garage now as well as training for the next season of football and soccer so my time was in short demand...

3 years ago
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Lake Resolve

The divorce had been emotionally nasty. The cheating bastard lied to me for five out of the six years we were married. Fortunately we didn't have any children so after the divorce, we agreed to split everything down the middle. We each had half the debts and half the assets and that was the end of that. Two years later, at 30, I'm still single and harbor a hatred and lack of trust towards men. I continued my teaching position as a high school teacher but I became less and less enthusiastic...

2 years ago
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Please dont report me to the District

From TheKawaiik**:Okay so, this is my first story I've written so I know it isn't going to be perfect in any way. My apologies in advance if it sounds long winded, but I truly hope you enjoy it, and please, creative criticism is always welcome. May not be 100% true to the characters but let's face it; you're reading this while having a wank to the attached picture, so the smaller details aren't massively important. Hope you enjoy it, my fellow randy fuckers :)"Please don't report me to the...

3 years ago
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Red Light District Dutch Treat A First Foray into

Before I went to Amsterdam, the idea of being away far from anyone I knew and having the freedom to break out of my tracks a bit took hold in a corner of my mind. The thought of being able to freely do something outside my norm became a bit of an obsession in the face of being decades into a relationship that started early and left no time for much sowing of oats in my youth. Other than a trip to a strip club on business, I was a babe in the woods in the pay for play arena.Once I got to...

3 years ago
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Red Light District Experience Antwerp Belgium

The Porn Chronicles continues following the adventures of Tyler Thomas and his sexcapades. There will be a video to come along this story, but the footage I got wasn't great so I wanted to write about it. My travels had brought me to Antwerp, Belgium where I had found out has legal prostitution as well as a recommended Red Light District. The nice thing about it is that it's not as touristy and not near the main train station of the city, so you don't have the rowdiness that a place like...

3 years ago
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Lake Nicaragua

CHAPTER IFinally, summer vacation was here! Six whole weeks of doing whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted. The minute I got through the door at home I kicked off my shoes and ran upstairs, turning the shower on and tossing my bag down onto my bedroom floor.I unzipped my skirt and it dropped to the floor, I kicked it towards the laundry bin and began unbuttoning my shirt. I wasn't sure what was with Miss Chapman today, considering it was supposed to be the last day I would have thought it would...

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Ed Kilpatricks Holiday in Kumar

Ed Kilpatrick'sHoliday in KumarBackground:Thanks to everyone that has contacted me over the months about my series of short stories about a fictional island state in the Gulf called, 'Kumar.'It is September 2010 and it has been a long summer and a few stories released for other websites but after a month of writers block, this latest tale has come to me so I really do hope you enjoy.As usual, this story includes the usual bondage, cross-dressing and of course lot's of veiling, which is...

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Dream Holiday

Dream Holiday Synopsis Connie enrols on a specialist, virtual reality, Dream Holiday where she is taken back in time to an era where debauchery is commonplace amongst the aristocracy. Read also Virtual Punishments (2006) and Chamber of Horrors (2006) Dream Holiday by obohoboWarnings Please take note! The text in this story contains erotic material and is expressly written for adults only. MF NC Spanking If you are underage or offended by such material, or if viewing this file is illegal in...

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Sex Holiday 3 Caribbean Experience

This is again only FANTASYIt wasn’t long after we returned from Florida that the thought of the next year’s holiday came up. My wife still didn’t want to try any swinging outside of our main holiday time (afraid she might meet someone she knew if we tried it in the UK) but after the last 2 year’s holiday she said she loved the freedom she got for a week or so each year. The last 2 years had opened her up to naturism and being around naked people so she said that all future holidays had to have...

3 years ago
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Beyond Humiliation Chapter 1 Holiday Planning

BEYOND HUMILIATION Chapter 1 - Holiday Planning Back in November 2012 I wrote a story called "How Humiliating". It told how Stephen, an occasional and secret cross-dresser, was caught out by his wife Sandra and forced, through a series of humiliating experiences, to confront and come to terms with his obsession. Although angry with Stephen for him not being open and honest about his desires, Sandra found the whole idea of cross-dressing strangely exciting and...

3 years ago
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My much needed Naturist holiday

As my open hands caressed my body, my mind wandered, thinking they were my husband’s hands, my nipples beginning to harden, my lou-lou began to get warm and wet. Thinking I would put my pumps on and pump more milk. Malcolm always loved suckling me when I was full of milk, giving us both a terrific orgasm. Oh, how I miss him still. I got my pumps out placing them on both nipples, setting the suction to medium. Stripping off I leant back on the sofa, I placed my feet on the edge letting my legs...

2 years ago
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Emilys First Solo Holiday Part 09

by Vanessa Evans Before you read this part I strongly suggest that you read the previous part. It will give you the background that will make this part a lot more enjoyable. Part 09 DAY 15 and Back Home Day 01 ************************ After an early breakfast I just had time pack my bags before the coach was due to pick me up. I was feeling quite depressed as I went down and checked-out at reception. I wore the same skater skirt that I’d arrived in and a tube top that wasn’t see-through...

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What happened on holiday

One of the best holidays I ever had was with my ex-girlfriend C, several years ago. We went to the sunny island of Tenerife, and the weather was fantastic. For the whole two weeks we didn’t see a drop of rain, or even a single cloud! But it was what happened during the holiday that made it so good. At the time I was 27 and C was 24. We had been together for three years and had hit that ‘comfort zone.’ Sex was still great, but we had started to share our fantasies. C thought my...

2 years ago
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Emilys First Solo HolidayChapter 9

DAY 15 and Back Home Day 01 After an early breakfast I just had time pack my bags before the coach was due to pick me up. I was feeling quite depressed as I went down and checked-out at reception. I wore the same skater skirt that I’d arrived in and a tube top that wasn’t see-through but the material is very thin and it hugs my tits like a second skin. My nipples were doing their best to bore holes in it. I’d had the bullet on charge all night and when I was getting dressed to leave I...

3 years ago
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Emilys Second Solo Holiday Part 01

by Vanessa Evans If you haven’t read ‘Emily’s First Solo Holiday’ and ‘Emily’s Home Life Changes’ I suggest that you read them before reading this. Part 01 Before I tell you about my second solo holiday I think that it’s best that I tell you about some of the things that Jack has been making me do since I wrote about how my home life has changed. I think that it’s right to say that I am VERY happy living with Jack and being his submissive exhibitionist. We’ve even talked about us being...

4 years ago
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Lake Tennyson Part 2 New Rules The Original

“Mom, Dad?” “Yes, Fern?” “Could Matt and I continue sleeping in the same tent?” “I don’t see why not, Honey,” answered Dad. “Thank you.” Paige had a frown starting to grow on her young face, which, mothers naturally and instantly take notice of. “What’s wrong Paige? Don’t you like the food?” “No, no… the food is fine…” “Then what’s the matter? Tell us, we don’t want anyone to be upset on this trip.” Paige put down her spork and stared into nothingness, obviously fighting with herself....

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Lake house 1

I was driving up highway 41 toward the Sierra foothills on my way to a lake where I sometimes went camping and fishing.   My plan was to spend a few days fishing and unwinding from 2 weeks of intense contract work for a client.   I was alone because I had made the decision on the spur of the moment and I knew none of my friends would be able to get free on short notice.   That was ok, I was looking forward to being alone.   I reached my favorite spot on the lake, a small clearing on the...

3 years ago
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Lake house 1

I was driving up highway 41 toward the Sierra foothills on my way to a lake where I sometimes went camping and fishing.   My plan was to spend a few days fishing and unwinding from 2 weeks of intense contract work for a client.   I was alone because I had made the decision on the spur of the moment and I knew none of my friends would be able to get free on short notice.   That was ok; I was looking forward to being alone.   I reached my favorite spot on the lake, a small...

Straight Sex
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Lake Romp

My wife had these friends who scheduled girls' weekends when the various sports had their play-offs and stuff. I didn't really follow any of that astroturf stuff, but I always encouraged Anna to go along and blow off some steam. Have some innocent fun. They'd travel to a famous old spa, or the gambling boat. I didn't mind the odd empty weekend to just kick around the house alone. After all, when Anna returned, it was always with the full understanding that I'd drag her into the bedroom...

4 years ago
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Chris and Mark Go on Holiday

Chris and Mark Go on Holiday by DKB What I Did On My Holiday by Chris Burns For my holiday I went for the first time on holiday without my mum and dad. I stayed with my friend Mark and his parents in a cottage in Cheadle near Stoke on Trent. We saw people making pots and we played football a lot and ate ice cream a lot and the best bit was going to Alton Towers and going on as many rides as we could. My favourites were Oblivion, which was really scary, and also the...

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Great holiday party

Introduction: My slut wife gets some action at a holiday party So my wife Ann had a holiday party three years back. It started at two in the afternoon so I knew she was going to get drunk but not everything else. Ann called me and let me know that she was on her way I asked her that she not get to drunk as we had plans after. Ann has a great body by the way 5 foot 9 inches, B-sized tits, slim waist, and a great 40 inch ass. At the holiday party she had started drinking and then double fisting...

4 years ago
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12 days 121 dicks Holiday tinder frenzy part2

In January this year I went on a holiday. My Daddy thought it was a great opportunity to train His slut. I had a car to my disposal, lots of time and tinder at that place worked like crazy. I could get a new dick in a matter of minutes. Daddy set a goal for me to fuck 10 dicks. He was so proud that I exceeded that objective! I love to please my Daddy by being more and more slutty and using my cunt like it supposed to be used: getting all the dicks I can!Holiday dick #127Slutty, Polish 30-yo...

4 years ago
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Teasing Holiday to Mykonos

I've recently booked a holiday back to Mykonos which has brought back some rather vivid memories of my last trip there. This is a repost of what happened some time ago now - I wonder if this holiday will be as memorable!The tale concerns a holiday I once had with my now ex-wife Wendy, I've changed her name - though now divorced it was on the whole a pretty amicable split and as we remain good friends I'd still like to keep it that way.In true Lit fashion I suppose l should now describe Wendy;...

3 years ago
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HOLIDAY HOOK UP

My wife Sarah and I have been including others in out sex lives for nearly 10 years now and during the Covid restrictions we have been reflecting and remembering some of the most exciting encounters we have had. However we also got on to discussing each others sexual adventures from before we met, which wasn't until our mid thirties. It’s amazing what you remember when you start to recall events from the past and when Sarah asked me about my first ever MMF threesome this happy memory came...

2 years ago
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Holiday with Sister

It all started a year ago when my sister and I decided to go on holiday together. I got married about 10 years ago to a long- standing school friend, we were both 29 at the time and the relationship produced 2 kids, boy and a girl. My wife was a good woman but not too adventurous in bed, during the marriage we just got in a rut, then started to argue a lot, not enough money and the usual family things, so in the end we just split up went our own ways and got divorced, with both our kids living...

4 years ago
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Sex Holiday 2 The Lifestyle Friendly Hotel in Fl

Another FantasyAfter our holiday experience in Maspalomas I was interested in finding out if wife had really meant it when she had agreed to maybe having sexual experiences during overseas holidays. After dinner one night at home I suggested we look online for a venue for our next holiday. I asked if she was up for some new experiences and she said yes. I told my wife that we could go to Florida as I had been reading about a lifestyle friendly hotel just north of Miami. We could do some...

2 years ago
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Holiday of a lifetime

I'd finally done it. I'd saved enough money to go to America for a holiday. I'd always wanted to holiday at a working ranch and learn how to ride. After a long-haul flight, an internal flight and transfer by car I finally arrived at the ranch feeling jet lagged and very tired. On arrival it was late and there was a brief introduction to other guests. There were a number of other people holidaying at the ranch, mostly Americans, and they were all couples. I was the only guy on his own and I...

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Long Holiday

Copyright Oggbashan September 2014The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.************************************************* Long HolidayAs it was Monday morning, I got up early, washed, shaved, put on a business suit and sat down for a quick breakfast. I put the...

3 years ago
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Bob Sue and Anitas holiday romance 3

Although this could be read as a standalone story, it may be easier if you read the previous chapters. I am happy to receive comments and PMs. I welcome constructive criticism. Thanks to Mfan and others for helping proof read ------------------------- Two nights running Bob had returned to his wife Sue late, she being bedridden with a migraine in their holiday apartment. So far Bob had successfully managed to convince her that he befriended some lads on a stag weekend that got him into a...

4 years ago
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The Exhibitionist Girls Solo Holiday Part 1

by Vanessa Evans A girl goes on holiday to find ways to live her exhibitionist fantasies. Part 1 Hi, my name is Sadie and I’m and exhibitionist. No, I’m not at a meeting of exhibitionists anonymous I’m at home, my own small apartment typing this story. It starts about six months ago when I broke off my relationship with a young man that I’d been going out with for nearly a year. Why did I break up with him? Well basically he turned out to be a prude. We’d been making love in all sorts...

2 years ago
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Holiday adventures a new beginning

HomeDartmoor, in the winter as rugged and rough as the thorny gorse bushes that thrive on the hillsides, in the summer as beautiful as the woodland that nestles along the banks of streams that trickle into the rivers.It is my home of choice outside the bustling city of Exeter, where I’ve worked for the past 10 years. My job is a high salaried, its high-profile stressful working for the city council. Big budgets, hiring and firing people all the daily problems all add to the stress, but I love...

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On Holiday with My Mother in Law

My wife has persuaded me to take her 73-year-old mother on holiday with us in our caravan. I had to show some opposition to the wife idea and that I was not too keen in holidaying with my mother in law, but I am looking forward to it really, as we have been lovers for sometime on the quite.I have just picked my mother in law up at her house when she tells me that I am in for a big surprise if we are lucky enough to be alone sometime. We head back home to pick the caravan up that my wife is...

3 years ago
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Sophies Summer Holiday

Today the girl sat at the seat in front of Julia, who watched as the routine continued – the girl shuffled the skirt of her school uniform up an inch or two, so that she displayed just a little more black nylon-encased leg, and ran her fingers through the long dark ringlets of her hair, tousling and teasing them into what she obviously hoped was a more street-wise and sexy look. Julia smiled to herself, all the girl’s actions reminded her so much of herself as a schoolgirl twenty years...

2 years ago
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Sophies Summer Holiday

Introduction: This is my entry for the second writers competition on the forum. I apologise for the length as its nearly 20,000 words, but Im quite pleased with it, and I hope you take the time to read it. Thank you x The bus lurched to a halt at the stop. From her seat, Julia looked on as the petite pretty young girl impatiently waved goodbye to her mother at the stop, and got on board. As ever, the daily routine took place the girl paid the driver for her fare, and marched down the aisle, sat...

4 years ago
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Holiday Fun Pt 3

HOLIDAY FUN 3Not read parts 1 & 2 yet? You need to ?Holiday Fun part 1 https://xhamster.com/stories/holiday-of-fun-part-1-9969806Holiday Fun Part 2 https://xhamster.com/stories/holiday-of-fun-part-2-9972753The next morning we were woken to the buzzing of Deb’s phone somewhere in the room. Deb jumped out of bed naked and started searching for her purse, her ass pointed in my direction as she bent over to pick her purse up from the floor, her tight puckered ass looking fantastic and her...

2 years ago
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Lake Cabin Part 1

Last year my wife and I had just returned from our annual trip. About a week later she woke up with a great pain in her abdomen and severe nausea. She occasionally had some small pains and occasional nausea for several months, but it was never severe enough to concern her. Today it was different. I took her to the emergency room. I called into work to take the day off as she waited to see someone. After several tests and a few days they discovered she had advanced cancer in her liver and it...

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Lake Tannin

Alan found himself alone and with enough money at the age of twenty four that he didn’t need to work at a regular job. He remodeled the club house into a home with four bedrooms, three baths, living room, dining room, kitchen, and recreation room. The master bedroom was at one end of the building and the other bedrooms were at the other end for privacy reasons. The master suite had its own bath room and there was another for the other bedrooms. The third bath was off the recreation...

2 years ago
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Lake Superior Love

Lake Superior has never looked better. Years ago I had heard about a little chunk of land the was seven miles out of the nearest town, and right on the water. I was unable to get it at that time, but I always kept it in the back of my mind. Now I am alone again and looking to make a new life, so I looked into if that land was still available. It was, so I bought it and opened a log lodge style get-away. I cater to families, but every now and then a single person would come and stay for a while...

2 years ago
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Lake Showing

My, my name is Michelle and I want to tell you what I was forced to do last weekend. I had made a bet with my boyfriend and the looser had to give a day of being a total slave to the other. I thought it would be fun no matter who won or lost. Well, I lost the bet. My boyfriend, Chris, told me to be ready on Saturday as that would be the day I had to be his slave all day long. Well, Chris didn't know it but one of my fantasies was to have somebody control me and make me do things I didn't...

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