Andees Trip To Denver Turns Naughty
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Lexi was finally relieved to be inside and sitting under the fireplace wrapped up in a furry lavender throw. As much as she enjoyed the beauty of the snow and mountains, she found a greater appreciation of it from inside. One thing she loved about the snow was the unmatched serenity it brought with it, which allowed her creative juices to flow.
Lexi fixed herself a steamy glass of ginger tea and added a few drops of honey while her camel leather diary and ink pen kept her company. The other nine classmates were still outside enjoying the glistening, packed snow. She knew her parents sent her on this trip with the intention of bonding with her Sunday school class, but Lexi did not relate much to them as she was already well beyond her years. However, she loved the idea of a weekend retreat, especially in such a beautiful place, even if that meant nothing more than a chance to write uninterrupted.
“I am sitting on the cozy wooden floor, in perfect solitude admiring the falling of snow adding to the already picture-perfect frosted trees. There’s no other place I would rather be sipping my tea right now.” Lexi wrote in her diary as she witnessed Mr. Robinson enter and make his way over to her.
“What beautiful penmanship you have dear Lexi,” whispered Mr. Robinson as he looked down into her diary in awe.
“Oh, hey Mr. Robinson, what brings you inside, and where is everyone else”?
“My wife and the rest of the crew went zip lining, but I needed to catch up on some heat, besides I was worried about you being alone and wanted to keep you company.”
A warm tingle made its way through Lexi’s body and her eyes sparkled as the two of them made direct eye contact following his words. The beautiful smile of his always made her weak to the core. Lexi’s mind began racing with fantasy, it never took much to get her juices flowing, especially when it came to someone she looked up to and admired. Mr. Robinson displayed the demeanor of the perfect, loyal husband and Sunday school teacher, but 17-year-old Lexi, whose hormones were at an all-time high was addicted to daydreaming of men and women who were otherwise off-limits.
“Aww you didn’t have to do that, I am just in here writing and daydreaming. This has been a lovely trip and I am doing some reflecting in my journal while it is quiet. I am actually about to go head in the shower and get cozy I have had enough of the outdoors for today.”
Heading for the shower, Lexi skipped to the backroom with a strategy in mind. The bathroom had a peaceful, vintage feel to it with the lemon- yellow tile on the floor and in the tub. Taking off her shirt first and then un-snapping the brassiere that held her DD-size cups. She turned the nozzle in the tub on the hottest it could reach. She loved steamy showers. After she finished undressing she hopped in the scorching shower. She knew this was the time to be sneaky and make a move on the dorky Sunday school teacher. She was never afraid to make her move on men, it was a thrill to her. She scrubbed her body squeaky clean with her favorite goat soap and rinsed her hair in her favorite lemon-scented conditioner. She was ready to get out of the shower just minutes later.
“Mr. Robinson! Help!” screamed Lexi. Moments later he appeared, jaw completely dropped at the sight of Lexi naked in the shower.
“Could you please take my hand as I get out of the shower, I am clumsy and this steep tub has me scared to take a chance.” Without even thinking about it, he followed her instructions. She was right It was a steep tub so to offer more support, he gripped one of her hands and put the other on her lower back for an easier transition. He grabbed a towel and they began drying her off together.
“Oh Lex, your skin is as soft as a baby,” the words slipped from his lips as he began to dry her dripping-wet boobs. “I am glad you did not hesitate to ask for my help.” The two of them playfully continued patting her completely dry and she reached for the grapefruit/vanilla lotion and squirted out 2 pumps. They both knew what was next and without words, their hands rubbed in the lotion in slow strokes until her entire body was glistening. The smell of the bathroom was now fruity.
Lexi learned that asking for “help”, no matter how small the matter, always put her in a much better position with men as it usually flattered them.
As they headed for the door to exit the bathroom, Lexi slipped on her cozy knit one-piece and initiated her next move. “Mr. Robinson, I remember a few Sunday’s ago the lesson plan you taught was over appreciation. I remember vividly of you saying that we should all strive to show our loved ones our appreciation for them as God would want us to.”
“Oh yes, Lex I am so glad you enjoyed the lesson. It was an important one, how have you implemented it in life?”
“I have been a lot more diligent with my appreciation efforts and I would hate to leave this trip without being able to show my appreciation to you. You know, for coming in to check on me while everyone else was out enjoying the snow… and for being by my clumsy side as I stepped out of the shower.”
“Oh Lex, how sweet of you to be so kind-hearted, but that is not necessary.”
“What kind of Christian would I be to not obey my Sunday school teacher, Mr. Robinson, you of all people know the importance of obeying,” Lex cried with worry in her eyes.
Mr. Robinson knew she was right and he had a soft spot for his students and Lexi was no exception. Without any further discussion, Lexi grabbed him by the hands and led them to the bedroom just two doors down.
“This is to show my appreciation for you, what I am about to do to you will be our little secret that we carry to the grave,” Lexi reassured him as his anxiety was showing. He was speechless for the next few minutes as she began to strip him naked. She kept her one-piece on and admired his body. Her only intention was to please him, she never cared for being on the receiving end, she was already spoiled enough by her parents and grandparents the least she could do was please men without wanting anything in return. She believed that and lived it!
Lexi softly pushed the scrawny Mr. Robinson on the front of the bed as she landed on her knees at the foot of the bed, and looked up intensely into his eyes as she gripped on his pale thighs. He was now stripped of everything except his baby blue briefs that hugged him tightly. Being on her knees gave her the ultimate sense of submission she loved. His left thigh became her first center of attention as she wrapped her lips around it and glided her tongue in an up and down motion, applying just enough pressure for him to feel it. Still, he said nothing. And it encouraged her, even more, to go slow.
With her lips and tongue admiring his thigh, she then grabbed tightly onto his medium-sized shaft. Her tongue slowly made its way up to his thigh, flickered a few times between his balls and full focus was now on the penis. She took it all in her mouth and spit as much as her mouth could produce. She sucked in her lips tightly, sucking him in as a vacuum would. She let out a moan, and raised her but off the heels of her feet, lifting her. Her long red-painted fingernails gripped into the center of his back and let out a loud smack of her lips as she released for a quick breath. Gripping his penis with both hands now, she twisted her hands in opposite directions His penis was large and as hard as a rock and she could barely control it with her hands.
Mr. Robinson lifted his back off the bed and attempted to kiss her on the forehead, but before his lips even dared, Lexi pushed him back down and reminded him she was the only one doing the pleasing.
He obeyed.
Back in her mouth, she licks the shaft from the bottom up reaching the tip with a flick of the tongue. Spit begins to cover the shaft, dripping down to the balls. She blows lightly and then rubs his penis in between her DD-size boobs. She looked up at him to see that his eyes were rolling in the back of his head just like she liked it. The shaft made its way back into the warm, moist mouth of Lexi. And all of a sudden he screamed at the top of his lungs, “YES SUCK IT, BABY,” and moaned aloud for about 30 seconds straight. She eased up on the pressure as cum began to fill her mouth and she drank it like she hadn’t had water in days. There was no better taste to her than warm, salty penis juice. She swallowed him dry. And slowly rose from her knees and cleaned up the rest of the semen that lingered on his thighs. Their eyes smiled at each other.
“Well, Mr. Robinson it sounds as if everyone has returned so we better stop while we are ahead.”
“My dear Lexi you have outdone yourself sweetie,” he stepped into his trousers and threw his sweater over his head and headed toward the door. “I am feeling more than appreciated.” He too could hear that the students and his wife were back and any more time with Lexi would have only been trouble, especially the way he was screaming.
“Our little secret,” she reminded him as he headed exited the room, he looked back and expressed a wink of appreciation.
Lexi quickly cleaned up the room and sprayed freshener to kill off any after-smell sex that may be lingering.
Back in the kitchen a few minutes later, Lexi was welcomed by the sweet smell of ginger and chocolate: they were baking cookies. They planned for tonight to be a cookie-baking, story-telling evening. They all were able to contribute in some way. Some set up the table in emerald and silver decorations while others got their hands sticky preparing the dough. Normally they’d pop in a Christmas cd, but they enjoyed the music of their laughter instead.
They popped 3 pans of cookies in the oven and it was time for story-telling around the fireplace. Just as Lexi was getting ready to finally join the group for the first time in hours, Mrs. Robinson asked to speak to her in private. Lexi’s mind was racing. Surely Mrs. Robinson suspected something had gone on, she was highly intelligent and her situational awareness was unmatched. Lexi knew she was screwed! Her parents would disown her, her reputation would never be the same and possibly neither would their marriage. She said nothing and only followed behind Mrs. Robinson as she led her into the same backroom Lexi and Mr. Robinson were in just minutes ago.
Mrs. Robinson turned on the dim lamp and the two of them sat on the edge of the bed.
“Lexi, I am glad you agreed to come back here with me as there is something on my mind and I cannot leave this trip without getting to the bottom of it,” Lexi said nothing. She knew better than to offer information that could dig herself a hole. Mrs. Robinson continued, “I’ve always noticed that sensual look you give me, she began twirling Lexi’s hair. Doing so made Lexi weak and speechless, and when Mrs. Robinson leaned in for a kiss, Lexi inserted her tongue but then pulled back. As much as she loved a naughty fantasy, she couldn’t hook up with Mrs. Robinson just minutes after hooking up with her husband, plus she wasn’t the one in control.
“Lex, you do not have to be afraid of me I just want to have a little fun with you. I promise what I do to you in here will never leave this bedroom. It will be our secret forever. Pinky promise.”
The two locked pinkies and at the same time they both leaned in for a kiss. They started just kissing each other lightly and giggling, playfully touching one another’s neck and shoulders. Then Lexi seductively forced her tongue into Mrs. Robinson’s heading for the upper ridges of her mouth.
“You smell so lovely Lex, you’ll have to show me what you use later, I know my husband will love it on me.” Mrs. Robinson said as she leaned in to kiss Lexi’s neck.
Next, she lifted Lexi’s gown and stuck her head underneath and went straight for Lexi’s blush-pink areolas. She flicked her tongue back and forth between the right and left and moaned as they hardened. She opened up her legs to Lexi’s and they were now sitting on each other’s laps vis-à-vis. She continued to adore her rock-hard nipples. Sucking, licking, spitting on, and twisting with her cold fingers.
"Fuck, Mrs. Robinson.” Lexi let out an innocent moan, “I have never felt this good in my entire life, pleased, admired.”
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The watcher crept down from his hilltop, a sense of deadly purpose written across his face. He knew the price of failure would be high and that he had to do something about the fact that the couple had escaped from the burning cottage. He also knew he still had to try to make their deaths look like an accident but believed there was still time to use the fire to his advantage. The man and woman were both lying on the grass, their chests heaving as they tried to suck in life-giving air. The...
Mark and Felicity enjoyed a couple of stress free days in Portree. Mark had been spot on in his assessment of what to expect in the hotel's bar of an evening and whisky and fiddle music had been the order of the day. The night before, Flick had enjoyed herself like never before as she tried to keep up with the pace of the traditional tunes. Many of the local men were interested in dancing with her and Mark chuckled to himself as he saw just how tired out she was becoming. At last he stepped...
The judge called everything to order following the recess and advocate MacMillan called the prosecution's next witness. As Kenny passed the prosecution's table he had whispered to MacMillan so only he could hear. "Mr MacMillan, have you heard of the Church of Cyberscience and what it can do for you?" There had been no reaction from the advocate and Kenny tried again. "Did you know that the bluebells are blue?" The advocate looked at him strangely, clearly puzzled by what Kenny was...
Anniversary Trip (II) - Sex Slave StripperThis is the second installment of our trip to Las Vegas on the occasion of our 10th wedding anniversary. See the story "Tenth Wedding Anniversary" for the first part of the story. By the time we arrived in Vegas, it was very late, almost midnight. We were both too tired to do anything but check into our hotel, get a late snack in one of the open restaurants in the hotel and go to bed.At 8:00 AM, I awoke with my usual morning hard-on. Paula is usually...
This story is a work of fiction. Like most of my stories, the basic scenario is one suggested by a friend of mine. She had found herself In this situation once, and through discussion, we talked about the basic lusts and passions between two individuals and the internal conflicts they would have to overcome to basic religious morals and overall societal mindfucks the youth of today have to go through concerning sex. I can empathize with the characters, but legally cannot condone sexual...
When I was a sophomore in high school, my church youth group went to a Lutheran conference in a major city three hours away from our small town. To save money, we were packed four to a room with two king-sized beds and one floor monitor for each sex. I was in the same room with Jim, Arthur and Paul. We had grown up together and went to the same school as well as the same church, so we knew each other pretty well. What Paul and Arthur didn’t know was that Jim and I had been sucking and...
I was living at my folks' house after college when they decided to go on vacation. I would have the house to myself for a week. So on Saturday, I had some friends over and we partied a bit. One of my bud's from the Lacrosse team stayed over and we hung out Sunday recovering from the previous night's festivities and watched football.So we were sitting there, blowing a doob, when the doorbell rings. I go to the door and look out and It's my seventeen-year-old second cousin, Sarah. I open the...
Taboo1Days of my youth [3]Sadly “Casper “the Newfoundland had been killed in a road accident and we had buried him the day before, inside the camp woodland at the back of the barracks, I had had to borrow a JCB to dig the grave and it had all been done on the quiet as no doubt authority would have been less than happy with giant dogs being buried all over their lovely tidy camp.I was now just 18 and had been experimenting with sex with Pete and Judy for a couple of months now whenever we had...
I have read some stories on this site with interest. Some are pretty good though most are sexy pieces and while reading u cannot feel the soul. One does not feel any touch with the relater, perhaps, as there is not substance in them. However, some are excellent and to instantly feel related. I think the greatest contribution of this site is I am thinking of penning down some memories. I do not know where and how to start. It is very difficult to open down a part of once life which one wants to...
Gay MaleThe rest of the week, I wondered what about the retreat was so special. My parents had agreed readily to my going on the trip. Even though they themselves are not religious, they support me in my decisions, and if this is a way to increase my faith, they want me to do it. On Sunday, I attend church with Finn. I help in the Sunday school, and smile lovingly at all the tottering babies and toddlers, belonging to young couples in their very early twenties. There really is an abundance of...
Introduction: A young girl is violently raped, but her prayers are answers when her knight in shining armor whisks her away and hides her from the world. Sara was an average fourteen year old, she was about 5 foot 4 with dirty blonde hair that hung around her shoulder blades and piercing blue/grey eyes. Her skin was snow white, and her hair kept darkening with age. She was very slender with curves that were FINALLY developing and a 32 B cup on her chest. She tapped her knee impatiently in the...
As a young teenage boy, I was raised in a very strict church. There was a f****y that were members there and the mom was a stunning MILF fuck fantasy for me. Protecting her real name, I will just refer to the now GILF as ‘Kat’. Kat always wore a very long dress but nine times out of ten, she wore a low cut top along with her dress to church. There were times that I would walk into the kitchen during potluck and she would bend over to take food out of the oven and I would see her big voluptuous...
The old church wasn't really a church any more, at least most of the time. It had been founded as a Methodist church about a hundred years ago, but then the congregation outgrew it as the neighborhood changed, so a bigger one had been built a block away. The Methodists had kept it up for their thrift shop and meetings and mission work and so on. But then the neighborhood slowly changed again, so that all of that was moved into the new - well, newer - church. So the building was sold at a...
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