Letter of Recomendation
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“You sure you don’t mind writing the letter?”
“Not at all. I’m glad to help out Wendy.” I replied to Laura. We work at the same company in different departments. Our paths cross in the hallways, break room and the other usual places. We got to the same happy hours and other events. She’s really terrific looking for a woman ten years older than me. I’ve tried to initiate a little off-work fun, but it’s been a no-go. She won’t date anyone from the same company, even though we sometimes go to the movies or meet for lunch. I have definitely been classified in the ‘Let’s be friends’ category. I’ve just offered to write a letter of recommendation for her daughter, Wendy.
If I think Laura is good looking, Wendy is three times hotter. She’s five-foot-six inches, shoulder-length light brown hair, tanned and tone body with curves in all the best places. I’ve guessed that if she’s not a C-cup, Wendy is definitely a very large “B.” Wendy is absolutely gorgeous for a seventeen year old, almost half my age. “When does Wendy need the letter?” I asked. “Well,” Laura hesitated with a look of concern, “she needs it by tomorrow. Is that enough time?” “No problem. I’ll just email it to you.” “Well…that’s the other part of the problem. The letter needs to be hand written on a school form, and I forgot the letter. Can I drop it off to you after work?” “I’ll be home. Just come on by whenever.” The work day dragged slowly, especially when you don’t like your company. I left work a half hour early to beat the afternoon rush hour and arrived at my condo forty-five minutes later. A quick change and I headed out the door for my daily run. I don’t really like running but it’s the easiest way to keep trim. I run three miles a day in about forty minutes. It keeps my six-foot-four-inch frame to 220 pounds. With my size and my hair slicked back, as I usually wear it, I look like an extra for “The Sopranos.” The run, as it usually does, cleared my head of all the daily crap at work. I got back to my place and spotted Wendy standing at my door with a folder in her hand. “Hey, have you been waiting long?” “I just got here a few minutes ago,” she said. Gorgeous as ever, she’s in a pair of light green cotton shorts with a plain white t-shirt. Her long tan legs are a wake-up call; the outline of her lacey bra, slightly visible through her shirt, started to bring me to attention. “I thought maybe you were still at work.” “I took off early. Your mom said she’d be coming by later tonight with the form.” I held my house keep and stepped past Wendy to unlock the door. I’m not sure what perfume she was wearing, but it smelled delicious. I opened the door and motioned for Wendy to enter. Always the gentlemen, it also gave me a clear view of her firm shapely ass. “Well, it’s due tomorrow.” She paused. “I really appreciate you writing this for me.” She got the concerned look on her face just like her mother, “Is it okay if I wait for you to finish it? I really need to have it done and can’t come back for it.” I walked into the kitchen as she was speaking and poured myself a glass of water from the jug in the fridge. “Sure, it’s not a problem. I know what it’s like to be under a deadline for school. I need to take a shower first.” I walked past her with the glass in my hand and eyes riveted to her bright brown eyes so I don’t get caught scoping out her body at close range. “If you want something to drink, help yourself. Turn on the TV or stereo, make yourself comfortable. I’ll be right out.” I walked down the hallway to my bedroom still thinking about her delicious perfume. I started to undress when it occurred to me I left my bedroom door open. I close it just enough for me to wander around my bedroom without giving a peep show (I do have a little modesty still left in me). I heard the television as I turned on the shower water. The warm shower, Wendy’s image in my mind and the lingering aroma of her perfume has a hardening effect on me. My penis was growing just being around her and now it was at full mast. I lowered the water temperature to help dispel my hard-on. After some time, the water turned to ice and I’m back to a respectable state. I put on a loose fitting shirt and baggy shorts, comb my hair and into the living I went. Wendy was sitting on the sofa watching television with her knees bent, she had her bare feet on the edge of the coffee table. “What - You live in a barn? I have dinner on that coffee table every now and then, ya know.” She was startled for a moment and turned to see me smirking at her. “You took long enough. I get yelled at when I use that much hot water.” “I’m sure you’ve heard that when you have your own place you can do whatever you want.” I walked to the fridge to get a beer. I noticed one is missing. “Do you want another beer?” “No, I’m not done with this one,” she said in a matter-of-fact tone. I opened the bottle in my hand as I turned to see her holding a half filled bottle in the air. “Your mom wouldn’t like it if she knew you were drinking a beer.” “Well, you said to help myself to something to drink and this is what I chose.” I swear her eyes twinkled when the little smile grew on her lips. She took a sip and I wish I could be the bottle for that moment. “Well, before you get too tanked, where’s the form you need me to complete?” “It’s on the table.” She pointed with her free hand while she held the bottle close to her mouth for another sip. I took a pen from the kitchen counter and sat at the small dinette table before I become mesmerized by her. Inside the manila folder was a single form with her name and contact information at the top. There were three questions with room to write a brief essay question and an area for my name and contact information. This shouldn’t take too long, as I sipped my beer. I filled in the easy part first - my name, address and phone number - and then began tackling the first question, which I read aloud to Wendy. “What skills or knowledge does the applicant posses that you feel would be a benefit to the position.” I glanced to Wendy who was oblivious to everything except the television program Total Request Live. She held the beer in her right hand, resting it against her chest. The dip in her shirt formed from her cleavage was the perfect spot to hold the bottle. “Maybe I should tell them you can drink a beer pretty good.” “Ha ha. You are just sooooo funny.” She said flatly and sipped her beer. My penmanship isn’t the best after writing on computers all the time. I was very careful with my printing so whoever had to read the application could actually read my writing. I finished answering the second question when Wendy got up from the sofa and headed to the kitchen. I heard her open the fridge followed by the closing of the door with the clinking of bottles. She walked over to me at the table and handed me the beer. “You better not have too many of those. Your mom’ll think I’m a bad person for giving you booze.” “This is my last one.” She was on my right side as she leaned over the table to see what I had written. As she reviewed the paper, I reviewed the contents of her shirt. The neckline opened enough for me to see her beautiful teenage breasts gently wrapped in a lacy-topped light blue bra. Each cup held a round, firm titty. I could almost see the top part of her areolas; her nipple protruding out just a little bit. “Good view?” I raised my eyes to see Wendy was inches away from me. “Oops! My bad.” “You’re as bad as the boys in school,” she said in a wise-ass tone. Wendy stood straight and drank a few gulps from her beer. Her perfume was still hovering around, her tanned legs within inches of me. I decided to play a bit and tickled the back of her knee closest to me. With a bit of a yelp her knee buckled a bit and she leaned against me, gripping the bottle so she wouldn’t drop it. I couldn’t help but laugh. “Stop! That tickles.” She straightened up again. I slowly reached towards her like I was going to do it again. She bent her knees away trying to elude my advancing fingers. “That tickles. I hate that!” I found a spot on the back of her left thigh and gave it a little pinch. Boy, are her legs are tone. Not brawny, there was some give to the muscle, and her skin was so smooth. She jumped away again. “Don’t, that tickles too,” she said in a half whine, but she didn’t move any further away. “Are there any places that you’re not ticklish?” I stood up and stepped towards her. I literally towered over her. I placed my hands on her waist. She didn’t move at all, just stared at me. “My mom wouldn’t be happy if she knew what you were doing.” My hands caressed up her bare arms and across her shoulders. “You can tell me to stop at any time.” I brought them down to cup her breasts. Each was more than two handfuls resilient to the squeezing I was doing. Wendy shuttered a bit. I released my left hand from her breast, placed it on the small of her back, and pulled her closer to me. My right hand continued to knead her breast as I leaned down and placed feather-light kisses on her neck. She shuttered again very slightly and stood very straight. My cock was a raging by this time and gave my shorts in a very visible tent formation. My lips moved to hers. She kissed me back, her lips parting to let our tongues dance together. I pulled her closer to me, deepening the kiss as my right hand went under her shirt. I broke our first kiss, taking her bottle and placed it on the table. With both hands I grabbed the bottom of her white t-shirt. She lifted her arms as I pulled it over her head, but still didn’t move from her spot. Her boobs were beautiful. Wendy was wearing demi cup bra. Her nipple clearly protruded forward and her quickened breathing could be seen in the rise and fall of her chest. I placed my hands near her shoulders and brought them down and around her breasts, finally palming her nipples. I could feel them against my hands and squeezed her titties. My hands fell to the snap and zipper of Wendy’s shorts. Both opened easily and I pulled them down. I paused to give several kisses around her belly button when she jittered. “That tickles,” she said plainly while stepping out of her shorts. Her high-cut panties were the same light blue color as her bra and sheer at the hips. Except for the reaction to being tickled by my belly kisses, she still hadn’t moved. I kissed my way up her smooth legs, her hips, and near her belly being careful to avoid the ticklish areas. My put my lips on her left nipple while it was still in the bra. She gasped just a bit. I continued kissing over her tit, to her neck when she sighed a little louder than before. I held her left hand in my right as I initiated another deep kiss. I used my left hand to place her right hand on top of my shorts. For not moving at all, as soon as her hand reached my dick, she began to rub it through my shorts. Her teenage hands massaging my cock felt wonderful. While she rubbed me, I reached behind her and removed her bra. Wendy stopped her manipulations long enough to allow the undergarment to slide off her arms to the floor. Her tits were even more gorgeous than I had thought. They had to be a C-cup, not sagging in the least. Her raised nipples were almost perfectly center to darkened half-dollar sized areola. Wendy had no tan lines, which excited me even more, if it was even possible to do. As I admired her tits, Wendy had hooked both her thumbs into the waist band of my shorts and pushed down. Once the elastic managed to get over my hard cock, the shorts dropped to the floor and the rubs Wendy had been giving turned into full strokes with one hand while her other cupped my balls. Her huge tits were squeezed together between her arms pushing them out even further. She looked up into my eyes as she stroked me. I put my hands on her tits and caressed them in small circles. I broke our eye contact to lean down to her tits placing kisses on them. Her breathing was faster than the stroking she was giving me. She stopped her stroke with a very audible moan as my mouth found her left nipple. I teased her nipple with my lips, teeth and tongue for several seconds when Wendy brought her hands behind my head and pulled me further into her breast. My right hand grabbed her ass and I pushed my left hand into her panties. She was completely bare making it easy to find her slit. Almost dripping, her pussy was hot to the touch. I gently used my middle finger to trace the outline of her pussy lips. Slowly I worked my finger into the folds. Between my hand movements and nipple sucking, Wendy was holding onto me with all her might. I slipped a second finger into her snatch and gently caressed her pussy. My fingers were soaked. I moved my right arm around her back as far as I could to get some leverage. I switched to sucking her other nipple and quickened the pace of my fingers. Wendy was almost gasping for breath. I released the nipple from the lip lock. Without losing concentration on what my fingers were doing to her, I walked Wendy backwards towards the sofa. Before I could get more than a couple steps, she grabbed my cock with her left hand. She moved her hand up and down the shaft but mainly held onto it. I could feel the heat from the palm of her hand. We reached the sofa. I removed my hand from her panties to allow her to sit to my right. As I took my seat, she slid forward, removed her underwear and tossed them out of the way. Wendy grabbed my left hand and placed it on her mound as she slouched on the sofa, spreading her legs. Her pussy was glistening. “Don’t stop what you were doing,” she hissed. “I’m ready to cum.” I rubbed her pussy and put my first two fingers into her. She moaned as I did this. She was tight, wet and hot. My right hand was entwined in her hair. I gave her licks and kisses on her shoulders, tits, nipples, neck, ears, check, and any where else I could reach. She used her left hand to stroke my cock. She was going at a steady pace with a gentle grip. I could feel pre-cum escaping. Wendy’s body was gyrating to the motions of my hand. Within a few minutes she was moaning again and pushing her body into my left hand. I responded with a matching pressure to her pussy. She took her hand off my cock and placed it on top of myTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.Kailee knew she shouldn’t be here. He warned her of what would happen if she came into his space alone again. Shane, her father in-law was a good man, but he liked things his way. He wanted everything run his way. When Kailee and his son had to move back in with him and his wife while their place was being finished, the rules had been simple. Stay out of his office. 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Hardcore‘To pluck a beautiful flower from the desert is an unpardonable sin.’ – Man Of Mountain, Shoshone Medicine Man My best friend Karla, lived with her dad, Hank, in a trailer until she was eighteen. Then she fixed up an empty trailer, one of those old chrome things with the rounded corners, and moved into it by herself. She used to get spooked in that trailer all by herself. She would call me on the phone and say, “Jan, come over and spend the night. You know I’ve got NetFlix; we’ll rent something...
SupernaturalI love sex. I suppose that doesn't make me unusual. Most women do. My urge to share my desires online isn't so common. Maybe I love the attention, and maybe by sharing, part of me hopes others will share their own desires with me.Such things are never easy to speak of. Maybe it's easier for guys, but I don't know if that's true. I do know some girls find it very difficult to talk about their intimate secrets. I think that's a shame. How can we hope to achieve a satisfying sex life if we are too...
MasturbationI sighed, hit “send” on my email, and wondered if it was time for another trip across the road to Costa. The office was supposed to be air-conditioned, but it didn’t seem to be working today, just when it was most needed. It’s not that I was complaining about the hot weather, it’s just that I’d much rather be out sun-bathing than stuck at my computer all day.Suddenly I heard a voice behind me.“I don’t suppose you’ve got any Ibuprofen, Annie. This heat’s given me a splitting headache, and I must...
Office SexMy boyfriend and I were cuddled together in my bed enjoying the post coital bliss that followed a nice, but not spectacular fuck. I was gently fondling his rapidly deflating penis as he softly massaged my labia - both slippery with various sexual fluids. Devin broke the moment asking, “On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate this?” “Sssh,” I sighed, “Let's just enjoy this.” “Seriously,” he said, “One to ten, with a ten being mind blowing.” “Devin, let it be,” I protested, “Just be quiet.”...
Group SexOn a warm, quiet night, Lauren lay in bed listening, through her open bedroom window, to the deep moans of an unknown woman that was repeatedly brought near climax, only to be edged back from her orgasmic bliss. Lauren’s husband, dead to the world in a deep sleep, lay next to her, oblivious of the other woman but thirty feet outside their window, being ravaged by Jason, who had been their best man just three years ago.Lauren’s fingers were massaging her rock hard nipples as she imagined Jason’s...
CheatingJack’s Story Despite all my reservations, I had agreed to house sit my parent’s place for a month this summer while they were on vacation in Europe. My parents lived in the suburbs and were far from my usual stomping grounds. Literally there was nothing, but nothing, around unless your amusement was the local shopping mall.“Jack,” my father had said, “your mother and I would feel so much more comfortable if you were here. There has been this wave of robberies in this area occurring when people...
MILFIt was just another normal day in the cheese aisle when I first noticed her. Customers came and went as normal buying all manner of chilled foods. The queue at the deli ebbed and flowed as people clamoured for cheese, cold meats and fresh pizzas. It was my job to manage the staff and ensure all the shelves were fully stocked. In hindsight I didn't pay too much attention the first time, but after four days of seeing her visit my aisles I knew every curve of her body! On day one she bought milk...
LesbianAs the door closed behind me I looked at my watch. One a.m. I should be home in less than half an hour. It smelled refreshing and invigorating outside. As I walked to my car the last few drops of his semen ran down my leg. My bra and panties were in my purse. I was dressed in my normal work attire, not having showered after. I was sure I was ripe with the fresh sent of rigorous sex. When I arrived home intended to drop my clothes, get into bed, odorous as I was, and shower in the morning.I...
Cuckold(episode 30) My infatuation with Mary Beth grew during January of 2008. She was damned sexy and really good looking, plus she had one of planet Earth’s best camel toes. Another great thing about Mary Beth was that she was almost as daring and insatiable as Jennifer. However, as February came along, a few problems did arise. Mary Beth was becoming more and more possessive and controlling, and she would get really pissed off about me going over to Brittany and Jennifer’s apartment to study. ...
College SexLate night. Lights glisten on the surface of the road where it rained not long before. I’m about to put my foot down on leaving the village when I catch sight of her. I bring the car to a halt, watching in the mirror as the rear lights redden the black nylon on her legs. Her skirt is short, jacket only waist-length. High heels. Something’s odd about this. You don’t really see hitch-hikers anymore, certainly not ones that look like her. I press the button, letting the window slide down. She...
ReluctanceAngela’s no Angel, that’s for sure. The girl’s got a great pair of tits and she’s definitely not shy about showing them off - which is a bit of a problem given that she’s my girlfriend’s younger sister. I’d been going out with Tina for a few weeks when she decided it was time for me to meet her parents but it was Angela who made a real impression on me. “Do you like my T-Shirt?” she asked, unzipping her sports jacket to reveal a thin white top which was stretched obscenely-tight across the...
AnalMy husband was a very dominant man when we first met. It was a trait I appriciatd in a man and one of the things about him I liked the most. He stayed like that for the two years we dated and through the first year of our marriage. That was until he came to me and told me he was sexually unhappy. I was shocked and confused, trying to think and figure out how he could possibly feel this way. He confessed to me that he was having submissive fantasies and that the thought of being dominated by a...
CuckoldLying on my bed, with my phone pressed against my ear, I listen to you plea with me. “Baby, please, I need you,” I hear you insist on telling me. I hear the want in your voice, making me tremble with need. My fingers roam over my semi-naked body, caressing myself how I would like you to caress me. All I have on are your favourite pair of pink panties. The ones you love so much on me. They fit my perfect ass, as you always love to tell me. “I need you too, baby,” I whisper lightly. “Tell me...
MasturbationLisa was waiting in the early afternoon sunshine. Her body still covered with a little perspiration, initially from her soccer training and then her hot shower. It was quite warm for the early autumn and she had changed back into her regular clothes – beige woollen skirt and grey cardigan. She had her pink bra on underneath and matching panties, which were her boyfriend’s favourites. They had been together a couple of months and he had expressed a liking for them, on more than one occasion. She...
ReluctanceI can still remember the empty echo of my stiletto heels, clicking against the marble floors as I rushed out of the Hazelton Hotel. I felt filthy. I didn’t dare look at the impeccably groomed doorman as he nodded to me while I hurried past him. “Have a good evening Miss,” he said in his well-mannered way. He was oblivious to the debased scene I had just left in Room 2412 as I had successfully turned my first trick as a high-class escort. Yet, why didn’t I feel “high class” at all in that...
ReluctanceShe was so tight she made my loins ache. I wanted inside of her. The slutty little thing wore a shiny lick of a dress that reminded me of the black paint on my favorite ride. Now I wanted to ride her ass just like I ride my bikes, with a lot of speed. No brakes would be needed for that piece of tail; she wasn’t after safety. I could tell by the way all five-foot-nothing of her prowled the bar floor in those spiked stilettos. There was nothing passive or tentative about her. She had game, but...
Quickie SexI finally booked the rustic little cabin in the Gunflint wilderness in northern Minnesota. It had been seven years since I had taken a vacation, and I was looking forward to the peace and quiet of complete isolation. The only sounds I wanted to hear for the next week were the cries of the loons and the distant howls of the wolves that inhabited this piece of heaven. I packed a couple of knapsacks and loaded up my car. I headed north up I-35 out of Minneapolis to one of the last little pieces of...
Love Stories(episode 32) A sinking depression had hit me as the spring semester of my senior year came to a close. Actually, I think it was more of feeling of being very nostalgic, but I thought I was depressed. Fraternity parties, socials with sororities, football tailgate parties at our rental house, weekends clubbing downtown as a group, fraternity intramural sports, initiating pledges, riding my motorcycle up the stairs of the frat house during parties, wearing panties on our heads, funneling beer,...
College SexWith the familiar hiss of air brakes releasing and a blast of diesel smoke, the bus pulled out of Des Moines, heading west again on Interstate-80 ultimately bound for Denver. I’d boarded late that morning in Chicago, and now, as evening approached, we were once again rolling westward… at least until the next small town with a Greyhound Bus stop required another detour. As strange as it might sound, I love riding the bus – or, more accurately I suppose, I despise flying; the cramped conditions,...
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