Hardware Whore
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Hi, my name is sameer and I am 24 years old. I am average built neither fat nor slim and Caucasian colour, I am currently living in a small family where my elder brother is working and my parents are retired government service. I am in my final year of engineering. So that is a brief summary of myself, now let’s go to the story. In this story, I am going to narrate how I met a hot aunty in a hardware shop and how my lust compelled me to have sex with her in a totally awkward situation. It was...
The issue of the store was taken out of our hands late that year. A competitor of ours, who had a number of regional stores and was also a client of our buying group, approached us to see if we would be interested in selling. Our mercurial growth and profit spurt had gained a lot of attention at the buying group and I guessed they had mentioned it to this other firm. Central Valley Hardware had been looking to expand further and we were ideally located to fit with their plan. The real...
The “Mitzi Problem” solved itself in a way that neither of us could have expected. John found someone else! Mitzi had opened the door to John’s libido, and with his semi-rock star status with our music group, he was attracting the attention of other young ladies. I hadn’t been paying much attention to the handful of spectators that would drop in to watch and listen to us play during our jam sessions. John was still wearing his “signature” cowboy hat, wraparound sunglasses, and black X-man...
I spent the Christmas and New Year split between my grandparents and the Alvarez family. I was reasonably well received by Marianna’s parents, probably because Donna also vouched for me. I wasn’t surprised to find that several of the Alvarez family were musicians and New Year’s Eve was nothing short of a blast. With guitars, trumpets, Donna’s base fiddle, a couple of tambourines and a lot of hooting and hollering, it was the most fun I’d had at any party. By the end of the evening, well...
I’d had some serious thinking to do about what I could do with the release of my share of the insurance money from my parents’ death. I had passed my twenty-first birthday and the amount was much larger than even I anticipated. Grampa had hinted that the accumulated interest and his shrewd (in my opinion) investing had multiplied it over the nearly eighteen years since their passing. John and I would split nearly eight hundred thousand dollars and that was a lot of money for anyone to...
I was getting a great deal of enjoyment out of the music store and the special Saturdays that we had created. The results of our efforts were beginning to show in our sales as well. Solomon’s was alive and people noticed. Gradually, the Saturday morning jam sessions took hold and various people with instruments showed up to participate. I didn’t want them to overpower the kids on the ukuleles, so we made sure the kids got priority from 9am to 10:30am and then it was open to all comers. As a...
The Chair Shoppe 1-4 Part 1Kevin, along with several others young men, stood nervously while guests at the Hotel filtered into lobby where all the Shoppes were.The first floor housed different Shoppes catering to the special items only found on the Femina Islands.A PantyPets Shoppe, but unlike the others on Merchants Road, it dealt in very exclusive & expensive panties. Made from silks & other exotic...
I haven’t told you a lot about my brother John, but he is a very unique individual. We don’t really know why he is different. Our doctor simply said his brain was wired differently than ours. As I’ve explained, he isn’t lacking intelligence ... in fact, quite the opposite. Inside that head of his is an IQ that is far above mine. It’s just that he doesn’t take many opportunities to show it. So far, only his school work reveals just how smart he really is. I’m sure part of it is his amazing...
That was the first big event of the summer of 1999. The second was even more amazing. I was sitting in on an evening session in the music room at college with John and the usual gang. Both Marianna and Donna Alvarez were there along with Clary, Juan, John, and Ardelle. We were pretty much the core group with two or three others who might join us off and on, but with no predictable regularity. We were messing around with a Fleetwood Mac song, trying to get the sound right when a young woman...
Juan did indeed come into the store, bringing with him two of his band mates. Dave Ritter was their rhythm guitarist while Tony “Far Out” Farquharson played tenor sax, alto sax, and recorder. He loved to wail when he had the chance and he was very good by my reckoning. The other members of the group not present were the drummer and the bass player. “So, what are you looking for, guys,” I asked as the introductions were made. “I want to move up my keyboard into something more versatile,”...
The week seemed to drag by far more slowly the closer it got to Friday. It’s not like I didn’t have plenty to do, but every time I looked up at the clock on the wall, it appeared to have stopped for a while. That was particularly true when Friday finally arrived. I’d had my blue blazer and tan slacks dry cleaned before splurging on a new cotton dress shirt in pale blue and a nicely patterned colored tie in pastels with a blue accent. My dress shoes hadn’t been worn since dance class, so they...
That first date worked into another, then another. It was becoming obvious that there was mutual attraction going for us. She wasn’t just beautiful, she was wise, and well educated, and fun. I learned that her position in the dental clinic was a professional one with a certificate of accreditation. It implied that her income might be more than I first suspected. “Did you ever decide on the keyboard and amplifier?” I asked one day when we were out for a drive on a sunny Sunday...
The next four years rolled by and I was facing my thirtieth birthday. A succession of temporary girlfriends came and went, none of them really “keepers.” I was beginning to despair that I would never find that one woman who was exactly right for me. My grandparents were approaching their eightieth birthdays, but still in good health and genuinely enjoying their retirement. Three years previously, they had decided to move into a small gated community designed for seniors. The old house was...
I got a decent night’s sleep despite my discomfort over Marianna’s wanting to talk to me. I didn’t really know what to expect, and I didn’t know how to respond. Ordinarily, that would have kept me awake wondering what was coming, but not that Saturday night. Marianna arrived just before ten thirty and I ushered her into the house. “This looks completely different from what I remember. What have you changed?” she asked. I shrugged, “A coat of paint, some new windows and doors ... and the...
I realized as we sat there that we had finally made physical contact with each other. Both of us had recovered from her earlier melt-down and could once again carry on a conversation like old friends. She didn’t show any signs of being anxious to leave, so we continued to talk, trying to connect once more I suppose. I spent some time filling in the blanks on my activities for the years that she was away. I told her of my brief relationship with Rhonda Carter, but nothing more than vague...
That Saturday morning session at the store did more to restore my equilibrium around Marianna than anything else. The tension I’d felt earlier when we first talked had dissipated. We weren’t back to where we were at college, but I could feel we were approaching that stage. The question in my mind was whether or not to make the first move. My senses told me that she was much more inclined to try and reestablish a relationship than I was at that point. I’d been burned once and that was enough....
It took less than a week for the law suit to disappear. Clary reported that the law firm in San Francisco was what he called a “convenience store operation” that were in over their heads when they realized there was no chance of cashing in on the suit and that international law was involved. That was one problem solved. I was over at the Alvarez home by invitation on Sunday evening. Mama made it clear that it was a standing invitation and that two little girls would be disappointed if I...
I felt reenergized with Marianna and the girls moving in. I wasn’t surprised at Mama Alvarez, who wrapped me in a bear hug and made sure I understood just how happy she was. But Papa and the boys were just as happy too. They knew how close we had been and how upset I was when she left. They also pined for their daughter, thousands of miles away in a foreign land with little communication. The Alvarez’s were a tight family and Marianna had been an important part of that bond. Now she was back...
It was hot that August, hotter than usual, the locals believed. Our home and the store was air conditioned, as were our vehicles. But hot is hot and it limited the outdoor time for the girls. We were constantly reminding them to wear sunglasses, a hat, and put on sunscreen. I glanced at the thermometer at the back of the house when I arrived home one afternoon and saw the mercury barely below 100° in the shade. I wondered how outdoor workers like roofers and other construction workers...
Hot Shop Copyright Oggbashan September 2016 The 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. It was another of those hot, humid summer evenings that make people wish for a thunderstorm to clear the air. I was sweating in my uniform suit, nylon shirt and polyester tie, standing behind...
Tony and Susan Trent had been neighbours as children, then school friends, then closer friends, and eventually married. They had a small apartment near to the centre of the town. Susan had worked up to become an under manager of a section in a department store, whilst Tony was in the accounts section of a trading company. They had no plans for children. Whilst not wealthy in monetary terms, they were wealthy in relationship terms, and were very much in love. Life was fairly mundane,...
These events occurred many many years ago, so I’ve had to use my imagination to fill the gaps, with maybe a bit of embellishment too.....Some people would say it’s bad enough cumming in your pants just looking at photos – which is what happens to me all the time – but doing it before you’ve even bought the mag? Pathetic! My only regret is the only girl I was able to tell, that Her cover photo made me pants-spunk standing in the shop in my dirty mac, was Miss Danica. The first time was back in...
I walked home, heels clicking on the pavement, feeling full of life. What had I done? Something completely out of the ordinary, and it had left me feeling, well, amazing. The world seemed brighter, sharper, louder—Like I had been looking at the world through dirty sunglasses, and now I’d taken them off. I got back to my flat and climbed the stairs, let myself in, dropped my bag, took off my coat and collapsed once more into my chair. Wow. Now what? It felt like whatever I did with the rest of...
I walked home, heels clicking on the pavement, feeling full of life. What had I done? Something completely out of the ordinary, and it had left me feeling, well, amazing. The world seemed brighter, sharper, louder—Like I had been looking at the world through dirty sunglasses, and now I’d taken them off. I got back to my flat and climbed the stairs; let myself in, dropped my bag, took off my coat and collapsed once more into my chair. Wow. Now what? It felt like whatever I did with the rest of...
BDSMThe hubby had woke with his usual huge morning glory from dreaming about last night, when he and his wife had made love. But as he lay there slowly stroking his cock, he started to fantasize about his wife and the things they had done in the past, and how horny she could be at times....so he set himself a mission that morning.... he was going to make his wife cum in her newly purchased shop. He showered, shaved, dressed in jeans and put on his favourite shirt, which he knew his wife liked him...
When I was younger in the 1970'sI used to do odd jobs for a local corner shop you know, deliver odd groceries to elderly people , sweep up wash windows ect. The owner paid me a couple of quid for the Saturday mornings work . Sometimes I would buy loose tobacco or single cigarrettes off him. 5p a cig ( those were the days!) There was a Friday I went to the shop as sometimes I got the jobs done on a Friday evening to save time on a Saturday so I could go do my own thing . Anyway, I went in...
Favourite Shop I dressed to go to my favourite lingerie shop. Nothing too obvious, just pretty lacy panties and matching suspender belt and black seamed stockings under my normal clothes. The panties and suspender belt were black satin with lots of lace trim. The panties were almost like French knickers with satin front panel and lace sides, loose fitting with a sexy split up the side. The suspender belt, sitting almost hidden was simple, satin front with lace panels leading down to...
1. The ladies wear shop was called Experience. It lay outside the town centre where there were fewer passers-by but rents were lower and Jane Silk managed to make a living doing what she enjoyed - selling "on trend fashions for the discerning lady." Her clientele were mainly more affluent well dressed ladies who wanted classic fashions with just a nod to the current trends. She stocked dresses, skirts, tops, jackets, coats, trousers, knitwear, some underwear and hosiery and a few...
My father owned a pretty lucrative fix-it shop in the town where we lived.Although I never felt that my father was very intelligent, he did make agood living for us because he was an extremely hard worker, staying openseven days a week and often working into the evening. My father was aquiet guy for the most part who appeared to be popular with customers butnever had a lot of close friends. After serving in the military, he met mymom and left his own family behind in another state. After I...
The guy from a chicken shop Thanks for your lovely feedback for my last story . Am overwhelmed with love. Thanks once. Again My next story which I have encountered at the age of 17 is way am going to pen down now. While I was quite happy with my friend at school , whom we twice a week met in his bed at home right after our school get over, we started to taste both of our ass. We even bathed together while having kissed each other . Just lying naked in our shoulders . It was quite a love that...
Gay MaleHello guys, I’m Mayur, 18-year-old, with a dark and attractive complexion. I live in Mumbai. The story I’m about to tell you happened a few months ago. Its a long story, so if you expect spicy stuff in a few words, this isn’t for you. Anyways, this is my first story, so apologies if I make mistakes! Girls/aunties can mail me on for sexual fun. Moving on towards the story, One of my close friend, who lives in the vicinity once purposely challenged me to buy a condom from the chemist. As I am...
I entered the sex shop with a little trepidation. Not because I was entering a sex shop, no I had been into many sex shops in my life. No the reason for the trepidation was that today I had decided my shopping spree would be partially en-femme. That is under my male clothes I was wearing my pink PVC peek-a-bum panties. The panties had a full crutch at the front and a hole at the back for access to my sissy pussy. Of course the panties would go undetected but I had for some reason decided...
My name is Susan Smith. and I go to a mixed secondary modern school near London. I am fairly tall for my age with long blond hair and blue eyes like my mum, I suppose you could say I’m quite a pretty girl, possible a bit too slim but mum said that would change as I got older. I lived with my mum and my younger sister in a rented terraced house with a small garden in front, not that far from the school. So I was able to walk to school every day with my little sister. We’d lost our father...
CHAPTER FIVE: THE SHOP I decided to take everyone at their word. The following day, Tuesday, I came into the office and greeted everyone as I normally did, though the greeting I received back was much more attentive and sweet. I dropped my purse and bag on my workstation surface and went about turning on all the machines, changing phone messages, etc. I stood in the center of my circular workstation and realized I had eyes from many directions on me. There was no reason for anyone but me...
Hi I’m Ashu from Lucknow and mai ISS ka bahut bada fan hu padai khatm hone k baad jab koi naukri nhi mili to papa ne meri cosmetic ki shop kara di aap jo jantte hai k cosmetic shop me kya-2 milta hai aur aurte aur ladkiya aati or fir is tarah mere b shop pr kai aurte ladkiya aai jinse Mere sambandh ho gaye to maine socha 1-1 kar k sare sambandh aap logo se sere karo agar aap logo ko meri story pasand aaye to mujhe mail karna meri ID He ab apna parichay karata hu mera naam ashu hai dekhne me...
Hello Friends. This is Kannan with another story. I’m 33 years old. I’m here to share with you my real-life sexual experience with Sankari. She works as a salesgirl in a fancy shop near my house. Sankari is 25 years old. She has a wheatish complexion, a 34B bust, and a regular body type. She looks charming. She has some fat around her buttocks and arms. I have been visiting this fancy store for over a decade now. But I saw Sankari in the store for the first time in March 2020. From there on, I...
I was crazy to go to work for her. She was loud, abrasive, and had a low opinion of the male sex. I didn’t know that when I applied for her bike tech job, of course. I needed a new bike in the worst way, and faked a resume about my bike mechanic skills. I had some, actually, just not all the experience I put on the resume. Sharon was tall and mean. Twenty-two and experienced beyond her years. Married and divorced at twenty. Fought her dad and mom and got thrown out of the house at eighteen....
The Dress Shop By Margaret Jeanette Sarah Watson was having a great day. She was selling like a house afire. Every customer left with something to spruce up their wardrobe. She was on a roll. It made her feel superb and vibrant. That night at supper she told Tom, her husband, about how her day went. She was so enthused that Tom caught it and it made him happy to see his wife so animated. He had been skeptical when she wanted to buy into a partnership with Marjorie Lane to buy...
Chapter 1 Getting The JobAs a student I applied for a job in a lingerie shop in London.Having being dressing for years in my sisters lacy pantys stockings suspender beltsand mini dresses and short skirts and blouses and high heeled shoesI was really excited when I got a text to come for a job interview at the lingerie shopI decided to wear my black lacy pantys and matching lacy bra under my shirt andtight jeans. I tucked my big cock between my legs so as not to bulge too muchI arrived at the...
This is a story about how I fucked a customer in my clothing shop. I am a well built 22-year-old british lad, I workout regularly and own a designer clothing store in london with branches in other cities across england. My shop regularly has beautiful young flirtatious women as well as more mature but extremely gorgeous ladies who love spending their husband’s money and flirting with me to get a bargain. One day a gorgeous kashmiri women entered my shop. That day none of my workers were in...
The Shop - By SONIA =================== (email [email protected] - Please send comments Author's note: All my stories are written primarily for my own pleasure and allow me to live out some of my dreams and fantasies. This story is based around a couple of pictures I found on the internet which were of what appeared to be a Japanese adult baby shop and seemed to depict the shop assistant wearing diapers and seemed a good opportunity to mix two of my interests - cross...
I own a shop; it is not your usual conventional shop. I used to own a stereotypical shop DIY tool shop but it wasn’t making any money and I decided I wanted to mix business and pleasure. I have been part of the BDSM scene for a few years now, but never had the courage to open up a venue quite like this. My shop displays and rents out Subs, I train them up myself with a few close friends but I run this shop single handily. The business is booming and I have many rental sales a week, fifteen a...
BDSMI was so nervous that day. Walking quickly to the flower shop. My mind racing with so many different thoughts.What if she wasn't there today? No she was always there! What if she didn't have time to talk today? No she always made time to talk! What if she didn't want to hear what I had to say to her? I needed to stop thinking and just get to her shop.As I rounded the corner and the shop came into sight I stopped dead in my tracks and almost turned and ran the other way! My heart was pounding so...
Straight SexYears ago when I was still a teen. I gave some roadside assistance to this guy.. I saw this guy standing next to his car on the side of the road.. I pulled over and got out of my jeep. Walked over to him and we discussed his problem. I do not remember what was wrong with his car. I was pretty good with a wrench and had a friend who owned a garage not far down the road. We got his car running and I followed him to my friends garage so he could have a look at it and make sure everything was ok. I...
Nazneen Fucked in corner shop40 year Muslim wife Nazneen gets to shake her belly, wide hips, fat arse and C cuppers for an elderly "Uncle" in his corner shop, in return she gets a baby belly.I had been looking for a present for my wife Nazneen for Eid and went to the shop next door to ours. I went inside the dark and quite dirty little shop to find Mr. Mohammed (whom we both knew) sitting behind the counter. I explained about my wife's belly dancing at which the rather crude, elderly man became...
For some time Jack had told me that when the time came, when I’d reached fourteen and started to have the attributes and capabilities of a man, and if I was still interested, he’d take me to the Candy Shop for the first time. I tried to tell him that he would be candy enough for me—that he could do me for the first time right at home—but Jack was a man who wanted to do things right. And he spelled out what was practical to me on why he was holding off until I was fourteen. “We both need to be...
I really liked that shop. This big department store-like seven-story building in the middle of Tokyo had always had a magic appeal to me. Already some years ago, when I had been on an internet in Tokyo before, I was regularly on my pilgrimage to ‘Tokyu Hands’. In the middle of the building always had been the metal department. A lot of things to stimulate your fantasy. And a lot of things you had to pay a fortune for in an online-sex-shop. That I liked bondage, especially when steel was...
I really liked that shop. This big department store-like seven-storybuilding in the middle of Tokyo had always had a magic appeal to me.Already some years ago, when I had been on an internet in Tokyo before,I was regularly on my pilgrimage to "Tokyu Hands". In the middle ofthe building always had been the metal department. A lot of things tostimulate your fantasy. And a lot of things you had to pay a fortunefor in an online-sex-shop.That I liked bondage, especially when steel was involved, was...
The Shop - By Felicity Lovechild I had just split with my girlfriend and was feeling rather lonely. I passed by a corner shop and, feeling rather randy decided I'd get a dirty book to massage my lonely hours that evening. As I entered the shop, a rather elegant woman greeted me with a beaming smile. Her thick jet black hair fell to just below her shoulders, and her big brown eyes was as warm as her smile. Her immaculately made up face did well to mask her years, but looked...
I have a woodworking shop that has an entrance from our kitchen and has a garage door entrance that leads to the circular driveway. On my free time I like to spend time building wooden furniture, cabinets, toys and other things. Sometimes, because of the time I spend out there, my beautiful wife accuses me of keeping a mistress in my shop. A project I had recently started was an intricate cabinet with a large amount of routing work and delicate shaping. Starting with some very good wood I had...
I have a woodworking shop that has an entrance from our kitchen and has a garage door entrance that leads to the circular driveway. On my free time I like to spend time building wooden furniture, cabinets, toys and other things. Sometimes, because of the time I spend out there, my beautiful wife accuses me of keeping a mistress in my shop. A project I had recently started was an intricate cabinet with a large amount of routing work and delicate shaping. Starting with some very good wood I had...
ExhibitionismLana peered around the corner from the back room, her leggings pooled at her ankles like cuffs. Many tables full of patrons already. Is he here yet?The droning of machines filled the air as they spilled brown drink delights into cups. The freshly ground coffee aroma rich and thick plugged her nostrils full. Full enough to block out the shock wave of aftershave that usually hung in the coffee shop like a near-toxic fog. Her brain now associated the smell of coffee with her swollen erotic...
ExhibitionismAfter lunch, Carol takes Blair to the shop and starts teaching her how to build Kayaks and make kits. I leave them to it. Carol is a smart girl and in our study group. I have seen her tutor, so I know she will have no problems teaching Blair. Blair is also competent, especially when working with her hands. I expect they will make a formidable team. When I started all this, I had minor concerns about having my friends work for or with me. Too much time together often ruins friendships....
There is a Turkish family in our commercial complex.They have a shop in this complex.They sell medical stuff.Wife and husband , they are working together.Her name is Esengul.And, her husband is not my friend but since we have been working in the same building we know each other.Esengul has more experience according to her husband on medical stuff.She manages the job.She is almost 38 years old.She is not a beautiful woman.But, she always seduce me.She is thin.But always wears sexy tight...
It was an old shop in a new part of town. An anachronism, a dim and musty niche of knick-knacks and old things. I loved the place, I liked the atmosphere, I loved browsing it's shelves and old artifacts. I also liked teasing and flirting with the owner's wife. Her husband was as old and fusty as the shop itself; his wife was, well, unexpected. For a start she was from continental Europe, Dutch, if the accent was anything to go by. He was in his sixties if not seventies, she was much younger,...
Quickie SexI love looking in charity shops as I can always find a bargain, especially at this particular shop in the Southend-On-Sea Victoria Shopping Centre. The staff are always friendly and do not mind one bit that the sexy female clothes I buy are for myself. In fact, Sandra one of the ladies, once commented that it was a refreshing change for a guy to actually admit to be buying for himself and not 'for a friend'. She befriended me when I first went there and always wants to know what I have been...
The air was heavy with cigarette smoke. The two men were chatting behind the counter, waiting for the flood of punters who would arrive as soon as the city offices closed. It was unmistakably a sex shop. The windows were blacked out and there were tacky neon signs and entry to the shop was via a beaded curtain. There were rows and rows of magazines, ranging from the tame to the explicit, though the latter were censored due to the Obscene Publications Act. It hadn’t been that long since the last...
Gay MaleMy husband skulked around the shops carrying my bags. I could not blame him, as he hates to shop. But then as I always remind him, I go with him to football games and wait patiently for a fish to nibble his line! So he reluctantly drags himself along. 'Just one more shop, the we are done,' I said. I needed new bras, with the extra few pounds I put on I needed to be refitted. I walked into the shop and requested to have my bra size measured. The assistant I spoke to motioned young woman over....
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