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This is the story of my best friend and how one weekend together, changed our lives forever. A friend who now I am happy to call friend and if it wasn’t for fate, you know…wifey she will be called. But as we all know fate has its way of fucking with us and as for Christin and I, it did more than fucking with our life. Christin is now married to my eldest brother while I have not found ‘the young’ and I hope soon but till I found her let me enjoy the memories with you guys of how it happened when she came in my house.

My name is Evans and for the past couples of months, I’ve been hopelessly in love with my best friend Christin. We’ve been friends ever since she became ‘the girl next door’ but to me she was the most gorgeous creature I have ever met. We’ve been so close and we absolutely did everything together. I could talk to her about anything at all, including sex which came up a lot. Being a bunch of young adults in our early twenties with raging hormones, we always flirted with each other and joked about sex but I’d always been to chicken-shit to ever make a move. I don’t know what I was waiting for, but before I could find the gut in my balls, something unexpected happened. In her fourth year in the one of the prestige private universities, she started dating Soli as I pitied myself from the windows of cowardice.

Come days, went days; through some wild parties and random hookups, my thought were ever on my best friend Christian. I know it sounds pitiful as hell but I dreamt about her almost every night. I guess this is the right moment to tell you about Christin. She is very beautiful girl with long, black hair, stunning brown eyes and the smile that takes your breath away. She is about 5’4, with athletic build, not muscular but definitely in shape. She’s got a perfect, firm ass and gorgeous, smooth legs. I’ve been a total sucker for girls with great legs and I have to tell you, Whenever Christin busted out her shorts, I’d be drooling after her all day. I have never been a huge fun of girls with giant, bodacious pornstar breasts; they always looks kinda silly bouncing around with every step. Christin on the other hand, had perfect, firm, B cup breasts that fit perfectly on her slender figure. She was a pretty girl, by any standard, but no one else saw her the way that I did maybe apart from Soli.

After grueling two months apart, something went wrong in her relationship with Soli as Christin started again spending lots and lots of her time with me. The weekend she’d spent the rest of the night in my apartment. I didn’t really know what was going on in her life. Did Soli cheated on her? Does she still think of me just as a friend? Should I finally make a move? What if I scare her off and ruin our friendship…?

To calm my mind as a result of freaking out, I decided to sneak in a quick workout in my apartment before she arrive from school. I did a couple sets of pushups and sit-ups; nothing too strenuous, just enough to bring my confidence again. I don’t mean to brag but I’m very proud of my body. This past months I have been working out almost every day in the attempt to build some confidence to finally ask out the girl of my dreams. Yet, despite the sleeping over we had together I did have in me to tell her and maybe today was the day to be disappointed or to be…..you know!

I was just finishing off a set of pushups when I heard my apartment door click open. Christin never knocked, my door was always open for her to come on in whenever she was pleased. I stood up as I saw Christin through the door with a schoolbag in her hand. “I’m done with college!” She squealed as she dropped her bag, ran towards me and jump into my arms. I barely had time to ask her why and most of all why she was so excited. I reached and caught her just as she jumped into me. She wrapped her legs around my waist and my arms held her legs from below as she hugged me tightly. My face was buried in her smooth hair and I realized how much I have wanted the scent of her in that closeness. After an embrace that lasted for about a minute, I set her down took a step back and took a good look at her.

At that very moment, she looked the way she did in my dreams but even more beautiful than before she had spent sleep over in my house. She was wearing a pink top and turquoise trouser that showed off her gorgeous figure. I have always pictured her as girl but that very day it was a young woman who stood before me with amazing smile.


“Christin, why all these excitement?”

“I’m no more a college student and to hell…you are my first hugger after the college.”

“Mmmhh. You look absolutely stunning” I said eyes still disbelief she had made my john to react.

She glanced down at my chest still rippling after my workout, then her entrancing eyes were was again on mine, “I see the workout is having some effect on your body but you smell like sweaty ass crack.”

I laughed, “Sorry I was just finishing up a workout. I thought you’d come in the evening, the time I’m used seeing you when you are from school.”

“Yeah, about that I came straight away despite Veronica insistence on the party they are holding in her house as I did really want to tell you the good news!” she replied with a mischievous look in her eyes, “I hope that’s not a problem.”

I smiled, “oh not at all. I’ll let you tell me everything but after I hopped in the shower.”

“That’s probably a good idea,” she joked, “and Evans, you’re the best.” She smiled at me as said it and it made me happier than I thought possible.

As I headed to my bedroom, Christin raided my kitchen and she was nibbling on my cooked spaghetti. I joked, “I haven’t taken a shower after a minute, and you’re already stealing my food.”

“I regret nothing,” she replied with spaghetti in her mouth.

"Of course you don't; it wouldn't suit you. I'm gonna wash up, try to leave some food left for me." I teased as she replied with a wink.

"I can't promise anything and you’re a shitty cook.”

I stepped into my room, threw off my shorts and stepped into the bathroom. I turned on the shower and thought to myself while I waited for the water to warm up. God, she looked amazing. She's even more beautiful than I’ve always seen her. I think she was checking me out... or maybe that's just wishful thinking. Come on man, just find some balls and make a move already!

I must have been pondering for a while since the bathroom was already getting filled with steam. I slipped out of my briefs and was about to step into the shower when I realized, oh shit, I left my towel on my bed. Steam continued to fill the bathroom as I opened the door to my bedroom. What I saw next, made my jaw drop to the floor.


I opened the door to my bedroom and I saw Christin facing me, pulling her tank top over her head, her bare breasts within arm's reach. As I stared at her, her tank top got caught in her hair tie while the top of her shirt covered her eyes. She fumbled to get it loose giving me time to stare at her incredible body while she didn't even know I was there. She was wearing nothing but a pair of black, lacy panties and a tank top over her face with no bra. I guess a bra was too hot for her in Nairobi’s sunlight. My eyes travelled from her feet, up her tanned, toned legs, to her hips and flat stomach and then stopped, fixed at her gorgeous, firm breasts. I didn't even realize that I was butt naked until she finally got her shirt over her head and stared at me, as shocked as I was.


Her eyes were fixed on mine but then they fell and landed on my cock, standing tall and proud as ever. I was so caught off guard that it didn't even register that I had a raging hard on. We were both frozen in place for what seemed like hours, my eyes locked on her face and hers fixed on my dick. She was the first to react, she grabbed her shirt to cover her chest and screamed "what the fuck Evans!?" Her tone wasn't angry, just genuinely surprised.


I snapped back to reality and ran to the bed, grabbed the towel to cover myself. I could feel her eyes gaping at my erect penis as it bounced with each step. I wrapped the towel under my waist but it did little to hide the tent that was sticking out from my crotch.


"Oh shit, sorry Christin... I just needed to grab a towel...” I answered nervously, "I thought you were still in the kitchen... Wait, what the hell are you doing in my bedroom? And why the fuck are you naked?" I demanded with a level of authority that clearly caught her off guard.

It was her turn to explain herself, "uhh... sorry but I wanted to try out the new dress I bought on my way here. Sorry, I just wanted to try out while you were... I didn't think you would ...." she trailed off, clearly embarrassed.

I softened up, "hey don't worry about it. One funnier story to tell."

I could see she was still staring at the bulge in my towel. This was the first time since I've known Christin that she was at a loss for words. In that moment, I felt that she wanted me. She could be mine and all I had to do was walk up to her and kiss her, then and there. But my courage failed me and once again, I was too chicken-shit to make a move. Instead I backed towards the bathroom door, stepped in and closed the door behind me.

Holy fuck! Did that just happen? I couldn't believe I just saw my best friend’s tits.... her gorgeous, perfect tits.... I snapped back, dropped the towel and stepped into the hot shower. By now the entire room was filled with steam and I could barely see three feet in front of me.

I stepped into the stream of hot water, closed my eyes and saw Christin's sexy, naked body in my mind. My hand subconsciously drifted to my still raging hard cock and I started stroking myself up and down as I imagined what could have happened if I had taken two steps forward and taken her.

I saw my lips trailing down from her lips to her cheek... down her neck... across her shoulders...to her breasts. My hand pumped faster and faster as I imagined my lips gently kissing around her outer breast, spiraling closer and closer to her stiff nipple. I imagined her moaning under my touch and running her fingers through my hair as my tongue flicked her erect nipple.

Suddenly, I felt something warm press against my back and a hand pressing against my not so hard abs.
I opened my eyes and looked down to see one hand tracing out the outline of my abs while a second hand running up and down my upper thigh.

"What the f-" I began but two fingers pushed against my lips silencing me as I heard a voice behind me, “sssshhhh it’s okay baby. It’s me.”

I could feel Christin's hot breathe on my neck as she whispered in my ear, “you have no idea how long I've waited for this, wanting to see your cock.”

My dick jumped up in my hand as she said that, while her hands continued rubbing along my lower abs and upper thighs. I could feel her chest pressed against my back, her stiff nipples poking me from behind.


She whispered again, "Mhmmm I love the touch of your soft, carved abs..." her hands made circles around my abs, inching closer and closer to my cock, teasing it beyond belief.

"...and your tight, strong legs...."

My cock was harder than it's ever been, the swollen head purple and ready to burst. I wanted her to grab my dick but more importantly, my cock wanted it.

"...but there's something else I wanna play with...."

She let out a moan as her hand finally wrapped itself around my hard, thick shaft. I gasped under the feeling of her hand on my dick. She gave my dick a squeeze and I almost came then and there. Her hand slowly ran up and down along the length of my dick.


"Mhmmmm you're so fucking hard baby... I always knew you had a nice, thick cock...." She tightened her grip and started stroking faster and faster as her left hand gently cupped my balls.


"Ohhhh fuckkk..." I let out a groan as her left hand playfully squeezed my balls and her other hand continued jacking me off.

"You like that baby?" she whispered in my ear, "You like it when I stroke your big, hard cock?"


Her nipples were hard as rocks now, almost stabbing my back while I could feel the warmth of her pussy against my ass. I let out another groan as her left hand let go of my balls and grabbed the base of my shaft, stroking the base while her right hand twisted up and down the head of my cock.

"Ohhh shit baby.... Your cock feels so fucking good in my hands...." she groaned as she jerked me off faster and faster.

"When I saw your big, hard cock bouncing in front of me... I knew I had to take it.... Then I saw you jacking off.... Your cock was so fucking hard, my pussy was getting so fucking wet...."

Drips of precum squirted out of the head of my dick as her right hand rubbed it around, coating the entire length of my rock hard shaft. She was breathing heavy and I was groaning under the pleasure of her hands. I knew I was going to cum soon and I was going to cum hard.

My legs started giving in as I leaned back against her perfect soft tits. My arms reach behind and grabbed her firm ass, partly to keep me balanced, partly because I needed to grab onto something. My hand reached under her ass and my fingers found her pussy soaking wet.

Her dripping pussy against my fingers was the last straw, I couldn't hold back much longer.
"Ohhhh fuck baby..... You're gonna make me fucking cum!" I grunted out.

My cock seemed to swell to twice its size and I felt cum rising up from my balls.


"Yeah...? You want to come all over my hands...? You want me to jack you off harder until you spray your cum all over me....?" she moaned as her left hand grabbed my balls and her right hand squeezed my cock as tight as she could.


I couldn't hold it in any longer.

"OH FUCK!!!! OH SHIT!!!!! FUUUUUCKKK!" I groaned as I exploded in the most powerful orgasm of my life and a thick rope of cum blasted out of my cock and hit the shower wall.


"OH YEAH!!! CUM FOR ME BABY!!! “She kept jerking me off as fast as she could as rope after rope of thick cum shot out of my rock hard cock, coating her entire hand and showering the wall.

"OH MY GOD! YOU"RE STILL CUMMING!!!!" she gasped in amazement as she kept pumping cum out of my engorged cock.


Finally, after what seemed like a lifetime, my orgasm subsided, I let out one final groan and fell back against her chest. Christin's cum covered hand, holding my softening dick as we both stood there, catching our breath.

I was the first to break the silence, "that was... unbelievable...” I managed to get out between heavy pants.

Christin seemed almost as exhausted as I was, "that was so fucking hot," she agreed.

"You came all over the shower wall" she said and we both laughed as I leaned back against the warmth of her body.

Finally I regained my senses, stood up, turned around and faced the woman that I loved.
Without a word, I put my hands around her waist, pulled her body against mine and gave her the deepest kiss I could.

As our lips finally parted, she pulled back, looked up at me and asked, "How long have you been waiting to do that?"

I looked deep into her eyes and replied "Since the first time you smiled when we moved in this apartment. And baby, it was well worth the wait."

She smiled and chuckled, "That was so fucking cheesy," she shook her head, "but I liked it."


I smiled and pulled her in for another deep, warm kiss as our hands roamed around each other. As my hands ran along her incredible ass, my penis jumped causing Christin to beak the kiss and look down at the mess we had made.

Her hand was totally plastered in cum and my cum covered cock was pressing against her stomach, leaving a patch of cum on her lower abs that dripped down to her legs.


"I'm a total mess," she looked up with a naughty smile on her face, "I guess you're gonna have to wash me...."

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Blood Red Roses

The National Weather Service was predicting a steady decline in temperature along with light snow flurries for the next five to seven days. However, as the storm that was pummeling the east coast began to worsen, so did the snow and the winds in Ohio. By Sunday evening, Akron’s snowplows had fallen so far behind schedule that only the main highways, through, in, and out of the city were plowed…. Monday was looking less and less like it was going to be either a back to work or a back to school...

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Coffins Roses

The gaunt, auburn-haired girl easily stood out in the small seaside village of Drumliffey, almost at the tip of the Irish mainland’s southernmost point. She kept her head bent while she walked along the street, as though she was looking for something but wanted to pretend she wasn’t. Everyone recognised her as a city girl. Only Dublin girls wore powder blue suits with short skirts and double collars. Only Dublin girls would totter along the cobbled street in six inch heels. Drumliffey women...

1 year ago
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Wine and Roses

This is a work of fiction… I love Stephen with all my heart. He is sexy and sweet. He has a cute patch of stubble, and a button nose. His voice turns me on so much that I feel moisture trickling down my thigh. He is my soul mate. He is not my boyfriend! He sits behind me in my lectures, so close that I can smell the exact brand of aftershave he is wearing. I am meant to be listening to the lecturer but I can only think about him , his body and his personality. We were meant for each other,...

2 years ago
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Roses

It's 11:45 pm and all you can hear is laughter and loud, obnoxious music that nobody in their right mind should like, yet all you can do, probably due to the booze, is dance to the beat. It's during your drunk dancing session that you finally bump back into your friend.

Teen
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Dandelion Memoriesof Yesterdays Roses

The day dawned bright and clear in lush green pastoral setting at the North Union Cemetery. That morning, a young boy had jumped at the chance to go with his Great Uncle Homer, a World War I soldier, to help mow and clean up the picturesque old cemetery in time for Memorial Day which is only days away. Although he would have been willing to do it for nothing, because he loved hanging around with his Uncle Homer; the old soldier wouldn't hear of it. On the way over to the cemetery, the old...

4 years ago
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All Is Not Roses

You know the old saying: If life gives you lemons, make lemonade. But there are times when life gives you strawberries and the best you can come up with is sour, puckering lemon juice. That's the way I was feeling. My name is Gene Shallot — yeah, just like little onions — and I'm 27 years old. Although I'm 5'10" I weigh just 135 pounds straight out of the shower before any water drips off so I'm not big; that has always bugged me because I have a huge appetite. I've got unruly brown...

1 year ago
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Sandals and Roses

It's nice being able to finally lay back and enjoy your life. Not that I didn't enjoy it before the divorce. I just never had time. Working pretty much 7 days a week for eight years wears a body out. Especially when some of those days you go straight from one job to another. Now, that's not a problem. I don't have Sue riding me to get out and go to one of the many jobs I had. Not that we were hurting for money. She just always wanted more. Of course, I was the one that was to get it for...

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Eighteen Yellow Roses

"Reg, 'andy you dropped by mate, I need a little favour!" my cousin Pete said, as I killed Bonnie's engine. Pete hadn't even given me time to kick the prop-stand down, let alone climb off the bike. Bonnie by the way is my 1962 vintage Thriumph Bonneville. She's probably a little old-fashioned when compared to modern bikes, but she's the real deal, something I'd dreamed of owning since I'd first clapped eyes on one as a young man. By then I had enough money to indulge my whims; I'd...

3 years ago
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Hockey Sticks and Roses

Without question, the hardest thing I ever had to do as a mother was to tell my son that his father and I were getting a divorce because I was a lesbian. On the surface, we were a typical well-off middle-class suburban family. Josh's father and I had good careers; he was a marine draftsman, and I was a nurse. Josh was a typical boy for his time and place. He lived and breathed hockey, and sometimes it seemed little else interested him. We lived in a nice house in a nice neighborhood, my...

4 years ago
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Bird SongChapter 7 Ring a ring of roses

James MacLaren and his wife arrived at his parent's house and rang the bell. James' father, David, opened the door and they could both see immediately that there was something wrong with him. They pushed past into the house, Avril fussing over her father-in-law, and found his wife, Ivy, lying on the sofa covered by a duvet. If anything she looked worse than her husband, her skin pallid and her eyes looking sunken in her face. Avril busied herself putting on the kettle and looking in the...

2 years ago
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The CatalystChapter 73 Smelling the Roses

[Like who was going to sleep with whom tonight.] That discussion was fast, furious and fun. With 9 people, 5-women, 4-guys and 3 beds it was going to be interesting. Since Sarah, Linda and Jamie would only allow one particular cock in their pussies AND demanded ALL of their guy’s deposits, they assigned themselves to whatever bed their guys were in. TJ, Janet and Mary decided to play ‘musical beds’ then planned to ‘sleep’ together. Greg and I slept with Jamie and Sarah, who both insisted on...

2 years ago
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Good Medicine Junior YearChapter 10 Stop And Smell The Roses

July 1, 1983, McKinley, Ohio “Are you OK?” Clarissa asked on Friday morning as we lay in bed together. “Why wouldn’t I be?” “You seemed a bit out of sorts last night. Did that kiss bother you?” I smiled, “Not the way you mean. It was just, well, to be blunt, fighting a reaction. And losing.” Clarissa laughed softly, “I know. I felt it when I spooned. I’m sorry.” “Don’t be. I liked the kiss. The other reaction is kind of involuntary. As I keep saying, testosterone knows NOTHING about...

4 years ago
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showering with Rose

My first experience with another girl was when I was 15, I had just come home from a day at school where last lesson was girls volley ball. I dropped my bag down tossed of my shoes and ran straight for the shower. I gazed into the mirror my hair came just past my shoulders and is brown, eye colour is green and I’m 5ft3 I’m sexually active and I masturbate 3 times a week generally about my best friend Rose who is so hot. My breasts are not so large only 32 b, and I only had a small mound of...

2 years ago
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Showering in Lisbon with Hailee Stinfeld

Walking off the outdoor stage at Rock in Rio in Lisbon, Portugal. We all felt pumped as it was another great show to end the European Tour we had been on. I had been working as a backup dancer for Hailee Steinfeld on her Witness tour. Though it was a lot of shows in a short amount of time, it was still an awesome experience. The group of us dancers had all become close and we were all going to go out and celebrate the end of the tour later tonight, but first we needed to take a shower and get...

3 years ago
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SHOWER TIME3

I’m 25 years old, 5’9” tall, 190lbs, average to muscular build, smooth chest military haircut and clean shaved with brown hair and eyes. My story is just to share an experience. Look at the tags before you continue to read. If you don’t want to read man on man then stop here. I am currently serving in the military and was at a field exercise when it happened. We go out to the field for training purposes to simulate being deployed and getting used to everything. We trained all day long and...

2 years ago
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Shower Attendant

I’m just going to come right out with it – I have a strange job. A very strange job. It’s the kind of job where you hesitate when someone asks you what you do for a living. Then you start to stutter while trying to come out with the right words; then you backtrack and make out that you’re something you’re not, just to get out of a sticky situation.I’m a shower attendant.I know what you’re thinking, what the hell is a shower attendant and what do they do? I actually applied for the job that was...

Occupations
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Shower Time

Fumbling for your keys you approached your house and found a note taped to the door.  A bit bleary-eyed you read the note,  “Welcome home. Come in, grab a glass of wine, and enjoy the hit shower that’s been started for you.” The hand written note was a nice touch,  something your husband hadn't done in years,  except for the occasional ‘special occasion' card.  The writing looked a bit off,  but being as tired as you were you overlooked it and entered your house. All of the lights were...

3 years ago
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Shower with Emmy

Based on a true story. Embellished to some extent.Like just about every other teenager, I had never listened to my parent's warnings about doing things the "right way." I went about doing everything my way, and eventually suffered the consequences. I had been involved with sports, and I spent the summers doing manual labor to work on my body and all. As a result I ended up with a bad back at a young age.I am sure that there are many who can relate and I have some serious periods of low back...

1 year ago
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Shower Boy

First of all you are probably asking what a shower boy is. Well this job was created to help the varsity guys, on football have a nice locker room. So this post would be awarded to the quarterbacks room mate. He usually works before games. This mans name this year was Jon. He was definatelty not the football type. He had a very slim body, almost no muscle and a very weak body structure. This time it was a very important game for the home team and he was a little late getting there. The players...

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2 years ago
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Shower Play

So, where I live I don't have much alone time. It is very hard to have privacy. There is one place I know I won't be bothered though, and that is the shower. I have a big tub with a removable shower head. I want to share my experience I had one day while taking a shower. It was a rare day when the house was quiet, everyone had gone to bed early and I was the last one up. I couldn't sleep at all so I thought a nice hot shower would help me relax. Boy, was I right about that. --- I start in my...

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4 years ago
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Shower Buds

      It was a pre-Olympic year and I did my best to try to make it to the Olympic Trials as a swimmer.    I have to say I gave it a damn good shot, but also fell short of my goals.  Perhaps if I had some coaching, and the necessary time to practice I could have done it, but working on my own I fell short.  I traveled on my own some three towns away to where the competition was held and was sitting in the locker room trying to not openly cry over my failure.  I disqualified in two of the three...

2 years ago
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SHOWER TIME1

“Alright, alright… I’m awake.” Sam said in a low, morning voice. “It’s already 8:45 AM!” His father shouted from across the hall. “Come on, you heard your dad.” Mom said in a much lower voice. Mom exited the room, and went to wake up Katie, Sam’s older sister by 1 year. Sam and Katie were really close at childhood; puberty separated them a bit but they still talked all the time. And Katie was a very attractive 19-year-old, she acquired the same incredible genes her mother had. She had a...

3 years ago
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Shower Bliss

I wander up the stairs after a long day of work. Man, it would be good to get something to eat, vegetate in front of a movie or something, and enjoy the AC for a while. Toss a couple cold ones back while I’m at it. Just do nothing for a change. I unlock my door and shamble in, tossing my jacket on the couch. I plop down on the sofa, and pick my foot up to untie the laces on my shoes. I flip them off, and remove my tie, next I start to unbutton my shirt. I toss my shoes by the door, and walk...

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Shower Flashes CFNM Fucking

PART 1I have come to the conclusion that I am a sex mad exhibitionist who can’t get enough of showing my cock and balls to whoever wants a look. One of my first times was when I showed myself off to my land-ladies 18 year old daughter when I was a student. For the first time in my life, at 20 years of age, I realized just how much women noticed me and I wanted for them to see me.I had been at the gym and came in to the house I was living in as a lodger all hot a sweaty. I decided to take a...

3 years ago
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Shower With sis

Brittany turned the shower off and got out. She began to dry herself, and marveled at how soft the cotton towel felt against her smooth skin. She felt her nipples harden as she dried them and then she saw her reflection in the mirror."I wish I was a cup size bigger," she thought as she cupped her firm B-cup tits in her hands.She followed the line of her body down and thought, "I do have a firm body though." She smiled. She had just shaved and her pussy and legs glistened in the soft bathroom...

3 years ago
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Shower Fingercuffs too

Shower. (Fingercuffs too) "Ive told you before. Its not a shower." Mark says, his grin becoming even wider. "Its a wet room." Personally I have always considered it somewhere between the two. His bathroom is gorgeous. Plenty of pure white tile with random grey and black tiles spread around the walls. Very masculine but then Mark lives alone and can...

1 year ago
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Shower Mate

Backpack flopping, Dave trotted down the dormitory hall–devoid of drama, clear of coeds. Thanksgiving break had seduced most girls home to their families. For two college k**s with no money, the empty dorm became a bed-and-breakfast weekend getaway. Nearing Carol's room, his mind raced with expectation. His last visit, on Columbus Day, had been quarrelsome but subsequent apologies, late-night phone sex and explicit emails had smoothed things over. For him, no one was like Carol—a total...

1 year ago
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Shower admirer

I was living in Bristol for a few months at the start of the year and going to a local gym pretty much daily. Now, without sounding like an egotistical twat, I'm used to people staring at my junk, especially in sweatpants when I'm at the gym:Some guys get all aggro and start trying to lift more weight, some girls try and sneak looks so their boyfriends don't see...some people just don't give a fuck and will openly stare. It's all good.Anyway, this session I'd become aware of a little twink...

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