Barry and Lena
- 1 year ago
- 24
- 0
It’s even better when a man or men watch me. I love an audience. I love pleasuring the audience when they want me to suck on their cocks while the dog knots me. I had a torrid sexual relationship with an older man who moved in next door to me. His name is Barry and he lives alone with a Doberman he called Sam. We flirted a lot when we first met. He reminded me a lot of my grandfather. Barry would see me getting out of the car in the parking lot with groceries. He would offer to help...
NOTE: Feel free to add alternative routes - first story of mine and may not be continued. Or if you enjoyed, like up the routes you want continued and I may do so. Amelia "Millie" Satra was an office bombshell of a woman. Currently in her late 20's Millie was always the center of attention at her workplace. She had long, voluminous brown hair, curvy thighs, excellent legs and breasts which were so perfectly shaped you'd think they were fake (but completely natural). She worked as the Personal...
Barry opened up another suitcase and started putting away his clothes. He was moving in to his new dorm for his first year of college. He was very excited to see what life had in store for him and to make new friends! However, Barry was also extremely nervous. He was gay and hadn’t come out to anyone yet. He didn’t know how his roommates would feel, especially because he’d met a few of them already and they were really cute. He didn’t know what he would do if he saw any of them naked. Focusing...
It didn’t start in high school. It could have I suppose, but it didn’t. Melissa was in my class (class of 92 if you need to know), but we never dated. Friendly yes, but we moved in different social circles. My main squeeze from the tenth grade to graduation was Pauline French, but Paulie went back east to go to college and I stayed home and went to State and I didn’t see her again until our tenth class reunion. She was married and was pregnant with her fourth child. Melissa also went to State,...
Sixth Appointment Wednesday, November 17 "Hello Barry. How are you today?" Dr. Haverty said as I entered her office and sat on the couch. "I'm doing better Dr. Haverty." "Have things gotten better for you?" She asked. "I am feeling a little better. Not so depressed but I haven't been able to get a date yet. I am almost afraid to even try to talk to women I meet. I have no confidence that my charms still work." "It may take some time for you to feel good again. When you do you...
After I broke up with Tracy, Karen and I dated for about two years and then we got married. I had some one-night stands while we were dating, but I had planned on not fooling around after we got married. That lasted about six months. I found that it was easy for me to pick up women and I just couldn't deny myself the pleasures of the flesh available to me. I was very careful to not let Karen find out what I was doing. I did love her and didn't want to hurt her. I was having sex with other...
My Boss sent me to attend a training meeting at Boston. Hubby has flown a day before me, but to Amherst; so he joked me, saying he would be near, watching what I was doing there alone…That first day, on late afternoon, I walked through the hotel lobby towards the elevator. I had gone through a very long day and really needed to get rid of my four inches heels that were killing me and take a long hot tub bath.The elevator finally arrived. I stepped inside, noticing the mirrors all around me,...
The Warthog’s express stood hissing at the platform nine and three-quarters of King Cross station as if straining at the leash, wanting to be set free, to thunder along the steel ribbons delivering its cargo of students to the academy of wizardly and witchcraft. Most of the students had boarded the train, ready for the Halloween term. Among those still milling around was Warthog’s star pupil, Barry Potter and his friend Ron Weasel. Barry was whispering in his ear, Ron’s eyes widened as he...
Stella Maris outsmarts her folks, who still provide the rent for her student room, while she has actually already moved in with her first serious steady boyfriend. Who takes his time to teach her all he knows from earlier erotic experiences. Stella Maris actually cancels her up-town apartment near the old (from 1928) Olympic Stadium in Amsterdam-South, several months earlier. As she spends most nights anyway in their big bed. Right under the ceiling of her lover's small place in a student...
Hi All! This is Vicky Pandey and currently I am working as a free lance soft-skill trainer for some of the biggest name in the IT Industry for the privacy reasons, I will not name the companies but you can think of any name in the IT Industry and I have trained their folks sometime or other on Soft Skills. This story was of about 4 years back when I was working with a global giant as a Trainer. My role was to train people on process and soft skills so they can resolve the customer concerns with...
Hello readers, I am here with my new experience after long time. Hope you find it exciting and use your hands well after that. Let’s start. I am Hardik from Vadodara. I often travel from Vadodara to Surat By train. I am 23, cute guy for sure and working guy. Mainly I prefer general coach as I can have chance to sit beside a girl. I always try but mostly never get lucky. But last week I got a good chance. So this happen last week. I was travelling to Surat by train. The train was pretty crowded...
A couple of Soldiers brought in pitchers of ice water and glasses for everyone. Braggard started from the beginning and his aide 25 year old 5' 7" 34B3036 110 lb black haired brown eyed 1LT Marie Stewart started writing on the dry erase board, as Gen Braggard explained his plan. The train had already been pieced together. It was self contained and carried almost as much fire power as a light aircraft carrier. It had eight Apache attack helicopters; four Kiowa 58D scout/attack helicopters;...
Let me introduce myself. Am suganthi and am 24 years old now. I am working at an mnc in chennai. My sizes: 36-30-34. This incident happened an year back. I was travelling for a wedding by a night train at 2nd ac coach. It was a weekday, so few berths in the train were empty. I was wearing a t-shit and long skirt. My berth was in second compartment after the restroom. It was an upper berth. When I boarded I found there was a huge gang of guys around me. By what they were speaking I understood...
Training in train By: sammer Here I am Sammer again with another short experience which took place while I was travelling in a local train.. I have mostly travelled in the 1st class. One day in haste I accidentally entered the 2nd class as I didn’t want to miss the train . Our compartment was totally packed as you can imagine. I had just about started getting adjusted to the crowd when the train reached Mumbai Central station. Alongwith all the local commuters there appeared to be a family...
About a week after Vanessa left, Vonda talked to Pyx in the walk-in closet. I was in my office, downstairs at the time. The closet was one of the places in the apartment that didn't have a camera. Knowing this, soon after Pyx joined us, I secretly installed a microphone, that was only accessible by my office computer. Usually, they used the closet to talk about female problems. Vonda sometimes gave Pyx advise on how to "handle" me. It was all very informative. But she was usually dead...
Miranda saw her on the station platform. In truth she was hard to miss. There were not many things to attract the attention on a wild Monday night in April on the platform of Zurich Hauptbahnhof. The handful of passengers waiting for the last southbound train of the night were huddled protectively over their luggage, their collars turned up against the cold wind that penetrated along the lines. Trains arrived, streaked with rain; their windows misted with condensation and stood dripping at...
Tuesday evening. A quarter past eight. It’s dark out. As the train eases out of the main station, the interior of the carriage reflects in the window. I’m right at the front of the train, my back to the driver’s cabin. There aren’t many people in this carriage, since most can’t be bothered to walk the full length of the platform. Nevertheless, I have two people in close proximity. On my left, next to the aisle, is a man dressed in a shirt and a jacket. He’s taken his overcoat off and laid it on...
CuckoldBarry was a young gay guy; eighteen years-old before he found what he really liked, twenty-one before he finally found what he needed. Irish by parentage, he was born and brought up in London, England. Physically he was a dark Celt, tall and slim, with black wavy hair, piercing light blue eyes and smooth pale skin. Barry had high cheekbones and a killer full lipped smile, which sadly he showed all too rarely. Brought up as he was, strictly, in a devout Catholic family, with religious...
The place Australia, the year 1955, and me an eighteen-year old English girl, just completed two years of training as a c***d care assistant. As I've got relatives in Australia who found me a placement, I was able to get a work Visa for a two year stay. The plan was to work for this family as a nanny, looking after their two c***dren for the next two years, and then if I felt I liked the country, apply for permanent residence. The family lived way out in the deserted North West outback, and...
The Day I Left My Wedding Dress On A Train ANNE-MARIE: "I'd had my wedding day all planned out ever since I was a little girl, I'd been obsessed by weddings ever since my Auntie chose me to be a flower girl at hers. I knew the type of venue I wanted, the flowers, the colours my bridesmaids would wear, the music I'd dance to, I had a good idea about the kind of man I wanted to marry too. And of course I had my dream wedding dress. I would be a fairy tale princess for the day, gloriously...
The Train RideHas anyone taken a night train following a major event in anAsian country? I have. If you think trains are crowded duringpeak hours in New York, you must experience riding trains inAsian countries. Then you may ask what is common between acrowded train in Asia and a can of sardine.The idea to see the festival was planted in our minds by George,who was our bartender at the hotel. He stated that the Kandyparade was a once in lifetime experience, two days before we wereto head back...
She wished Phillip paid a little more attention. After all, they had been married long enough for him to remember a simple thing like her birthday. None of her staff had remembered either, although if she were honest that was mostly by design. She had carefully cultured a professional distance in her role as manageress. Friendly, with an open door but very private nonetheless. "Oh well, brush off your tarnished tiara, Princess. Communicate your needs a little better in future." Phillip would...
DISCLAIMER: This story involves sexual situations between one or more cross-dressers or adult males. If this offends you, please leave. Otherwise, please enjoy this fantasy of mine. Please, *no* posting of any of my stories without my prior written permission(this new disclaimer supercedes any and all previous disclaimers). Now read on, and enjoy. If you like what you read, tell me! I do have many more ideas for adventures! Thank you... :) Part 06:...
I would like to share my real incident that happened on dec 2020 during my train journey. The lady whom I met was in the same compartment. After several hours of travel, finally got a chance to fuck that beautiful woman. [email protected] If any aunty/woman/girl needs any kind of need, please don’t hesitate to contact me. PS: Please do not ask Arthi’s contact details, I am never going to provide.
MILFI had to go to London to sign some documents; Dec’s wanted me to drive but I thought it would be better to go by train. I arrived at Victoria but needed a tube to patch me through to Upminster. The tube train was packed full of hot commuters crammed in like sardines. I could smell the musky aroma of sweat, aftershave and perfume. There was a problem with the signals and it was lurching its way slowly down the line, stopping frequently between stations. I had my eyes shut and was listening to...
Group SexChapter 3 The Kid sees red Jeremy Michael Finch was pissed. He was beyond angry, he was thermonuclear. He had heard the expression ‘I saw red’ many times before, but until now it never made sense. Tonight it came to him with startling clarity as the world literally turned red before his eyes. His hands were gripping the wheel of the old Chevy Vega so tightly that the knuckles were white. The last twenty fours had been a constant lashing of his ego and a non-stop test of his resolve. He...
In case you guys don't know, Indian trains are shit crowded. Sweaty men all compressed one against the other. The back of each man closely pressing the front of the one behind him. This is a place no less than heaven, if you ask me. I just love getting touched and groped in the train. the best part being that nothing that happens on a local train is permanent. And as soon as you get out of the train, its as if nothing happened, its a clean slate again.But there was a time when I didn't know...
Then it happened. It was October 17th and it was raining hard. Robin and I were waiting for the train and we were soaked. The train stopped at precisely 10:00 and we got on. It was tough getting our wet clothes off, but we made the 30 second deadline. After we were naked (by this time, I had no problem seeing my best friend naked and attentive – if you catch my drift – and didn’t care if he saw me) we were just going to put out clothes in the lockers when a fully clothed woman came...
I stared at my exposed tit, and felt a rush of nerves get me.As I contemplated making a run for the exit, the guys around me circled around what little space we had in the train.I grabbed the broken piece of my red dress and pulled it back up trying to cover up my right tit, but the guy sitting next to me was keeping me by playing with my nipple."Um...listen..." I said as I looked for words to say to him with a devilish grin on my face."Will, My name is Will, sweet sexy foxy baby," he said to...
Hi All, I am Akshay Ganna 36 years old with an athletic body structure standing 6 feet tall. Lot of girls ogle me and show hidden desires, so I use it to the maximum of my advantage. I hope you have read my series “My Brother’s Bride” and “My Brother’s Bride’s Cousin Sister”. I have also posted my real office story where I grabbed opportunity to take my reporting employees virginity “Bhoomi presents her virginity in exchange to save her job”. This is a real life incidence which happened way...
Strangers On A Train It was a three day trip on the train from California to Indiana. I was excited to take the train home. The trip to California had been pretty cool. I spent most of my time in the smoking car meeting all kinds of people from everywhere. I had forgotten to bring a carry on bag though and didn’t change clothes for three days. I made sure I had extra clothes and plenty of cigarettes along with a book for this trip. I got on the train about ten o clock at night and after...
Straight SexI stared at my exposed tit, and felt a rush of nerves get me.As I contemplated making a run for the exit, the guys around me circled around what little space we had in the train.I grabbed the broken piece of my red dress and pulled it back up trying to cover up my right tit, but the guy sitting next to me was keeping me by playing with my nipple."Um...listen..." I said as I looked for words to say to him with a devilish grin on my face."Will, My name is Will, sweet sexy foxy baby," he said to...
Hi Friends, I thank you all for your extended support and love towards me. I would like to share a true and beautiful experience I had recently. I hope, I have put it in a way that everyone will like and enjoy. This story happened in December 2010, when I was going to Pune by train. I was working in a small company and then I got placed in a MNC. I don’t want to mention the name of the company for privacy reasons but I think most of you can guess it. My posting was in Pune, so I planned to go...
Hi this is ur friend VICKY from jaipur again wid my latest experince of havin sex wid madhu in train,first i want to thank u all who mailed me bout their problems n they only know tht i succesfully removed their problem, if any lady or girl wants to share her problem wid me then she`s alys welcome for it,u can mail me at now i will not waste the time so here goes the story. I hurried through platform no 3 of jaipur Station as there were just 20 minutes left before the mysore express mail left....
I used to hate getting the last train home; it’s often filled with drunks or people still carrying on the party. However, that is not the last train home. If you are unlucky enough to have missed what you thought was the last train home, maybe you will be as lucky as I was that night. Let me tell you all about the real “Last train home.”I had run up the escalator and the stairs but, as I entered Victoria station, I could only look on with horror as the train pulled away from the station. I was...
BDSMGinger's train journey.Ginger walked confidently down the long platform towards her train. She had been in London for the day and felt confident because of the attention she had received. She had worn a new summer dress. It was a hot summers day, the dress had Spaghetti straps, in a white floral pattern, it came to just above mid-thigh length. The top skimmed tightly over her full breasts, and the buttons between them strained to keep their treasure contained. The thin fabric was cool in the...
Hello, Indian sex story readers. I got up and quietly got down the ladders and headed out. I thought I could walk around a little. I stayed in the intermediate area for a few seconds wondering where to go next as I realized I shouldn’t disturb the other passengers. So I just went into the bathroom, I didn’t close the close the door entirely and I became careless thinking nobody would be around and also if anyone was, there was nothing for them to see. I fixed my hair and fiddled around. Out of...
My first encounter...in a train compartment.It was almost exactly a year since my 'Changing Room' incident that was revealed in my previous story. I was a year older, but was I any wiser? I'd been working away from home for the whole of my summer holidays and it was time to return there, and then within days back to school. I was 16 and had been 'sort of apprenticed' to a foreman in charge of refurbishing shops for the last 6 weeks. The job wasn't really the type most schoolboys got in their...
Hello everybody this is Prakash. I am a working guy from Pondicherry. Basically, I am from North India but I am working in a south Indian company, so placed here only. I am 27 yrs, 5ft 7 inches male with a good look, & a very strong sex drive & I have a nice hard cock to please & satisfy any female craving for sex. My job requires lot of traveling in south Indian cities. So during a short period of time, I came to know about many cities of South India. But I never had any experience before this...
London can be a very harsh place; especially if you are from India or sub-continent. If you have traveled in a Indian public transport you would have noticed that the majority of people love to talk. Talk to each other, talk to their maids on the phone, talk to the bus conductor, talk to the person sitting in the next bus or just moan about the conditions of road during the monsoon. In London the scene is quite radical. There pin drop silence on the trains. The most noise you can hear is from...
This is a normal morning at Virar railway station. Whole crowd rushing towards the arriving train. Some people managed to get in while train is still moving. I am in crowd near gate rushing to get in. crowd is pushing me from all sides. I am moving forward slowly and finally I am in. Still crowd pushed me from behind and I couldn't move further as there are many people ahead of me in train. I tried to hold handle, which is above my head. I held handle, which is already grabbed by someone....
I honestly thought that, after two years of commuting into the city for work, I'd experienced it all. Until that was, the afternoon of the points failure. Now that was an afternoon that will live long in the memory. Sorry, I'm getting a little ahead of myself, let me back track a little. I'd been traveling on the train to work for quite some time. You get to see the same faces day in, day out, but you never speak, never acknowledge that each other exists. It just isn't done. The same train in,...
MasturbationHi readers, I am Kumar, staying in Bangalore for around 7 years, working as software professional and doing business as well in native, 29, fair, 6.1 ft tall, average weight, living alone in 1bhk rented house. Here I am going to tell true story with Amudha(name changed), 33, house wife, married to a shop keeper for 3 years, living with her husband Biju in kerala along with her mil in house, no kids. Story happened on 29th July 2015 in train. I use to travel every Friday week end for my...
Hello dosto. Mera naam nilima hai, log mujhe nilu kahte hain. I am a student in B.A. first year. My age is 18+ ,, fair, slim, 5.4 height, sundar figure, 32 24 30. Mene isi saal collage join kiya he. Pahle jahan tak mene class 12 kiya wo ghar ke paas tha. Par collage bahut dur he, sabse sidha rasta train ka he collage jane ke liye. Local train me 1.20 hrs yani 80 minute lagte hain. Pahle to pareshani hui, koi sathi bhi nahi tha. Akele aana aur jana. Wapas aane ke samay office time ho jata tha....
Version One - Mother's Way Billy watched the train coast into the station. Glancing down at his watch, he saw that it was already four o'clock. He had been waiting for the train almost an hour. The smell of diesel and hot metal washed over him as the train finally came to a stop. Looking down the line of dirty silver cars, he saw a lady hanging out of a window frantically waving at someone. She was one more good looking woman, he thought before he realized that it was his mother. He...
Standing on the platform heading coast bound, at 8:30am, Scarlett was stood up, slender back leaning up against a dirty grey wall, with a half ripped poster advertising a theatre, swigging a ice cold bottle of coke. A tiny bead of coke rolled from the bottle, down her chin and rolled on to her chest, her shirt was missing a tie, and was unbuttoned to the third one down. Her shirt looked like it had spent too much time in a tumble dryer on a high heat because her size d breasts seemed to be...
It never occurred to me when I decided to visit a college friend in Asia that I'd end up a victim of different cultural attitudes toward women. I'd traveled in Europe frequently, always without incident. Besides, I never worried about riding public transportation in the middle of the day, not even in New York City. But I was in for a hard lesson about what can happen in broad daylight, if no one chooses to help you. My friend, who called herself Susie in the states because her name was a bit...
October 8th, 1995, 11:40 PM CT, Mile 2342 Union Station, Phoenix, AZ The finger for the train sat in the parking lot of Phoenix Union Station, in his brand-new 1995 Range Rover County, smoking a cigarette, and luxuriating in the scent of it and the Connolly leather of the poorly-built British luxury off-roader. He was intently listening to his electronic radio scanner waiting to hear from the freight train as it passed through so that he could give a good estimate, and ensure that it was...
Chapter 2 The Kid The teenage clerk was looking at him with a blank stare, like someone trying to peer through a dirty window. The clerk craned his neck to look past the angry man in the grey pinstriped suit standing at the counter in front of him. The man realized the clerk was looking at something behind him and turned to see what it was. ‘What is it?’ The man barked. ‘What the hell are you looking at? And do you have my car or not?’ He demanded angrily. ‘He’s probably looking at the sign...
CAW10 ENTRY by Hardrive The memory of that special day when a boy losses his virginity to a stranger on the midnight train to manhood.” ------------------------------------------------------------- It was a stormy evening and I was standing at the door watching my wife Cindy getting into her car. She was on her way to visit her mother and as she entered the vehicle she turned and waved a final good-bye. Looking at the distant sky I noticed that the flashing lights had...
This story is real except for the names. It took place on September 1985. This is my first story ever and I hope you’ll like it. I dry docked my 28 footer in Perama near Athens, packed my clothes and started my journey to Amsterdam to join a nice Dutch woman I met while sailing the Greek islands. It was going to be a long and boring train – ferry – train of about three days until I reach Maud in Amsterdam. I hadn’t have sex in the last two weeks and was quite horny from...
This is a story of me at that time when I was studying in class 12. My boards were over and I had a long vacation ahead of me. So I and my friends planned to go out on a week-long trip. But my family intervened and told me to go visit my grandma first, who used to live in a different town. It was actually a five-hour drive. But since my father used to be busy in those days my mom told me to take the train instead which took about two and a half hours. So here I was waiting at the train station...
Last Friday a car accident occurred on the major freeway in the direction of traffic travelling to the city. I usually drive to work in the city and park in the company's parking facilities. Due to the accident a major hold up eventuated. Traffic reports over the radio alerted motorists though to late for those motorists already caught up in the traffic jam. I had not left home at that point so on hearing the news of the accident i decided to drive to my nearest station and catch the train to...
A Journey By Train.I was late, dammit! Any other morning but this one. I ran into the station just as they were announcing the departure of the train. I scrambled through the barrier thankful that at least I already had my ticket. It was just starting to move as I managed to open the door. I flung my overnight bag on board and climbed in after it. I slammed it shut after me and then leant against the wall trying to recover my breath. Jeez, what a start to what I guessed was already destined to...
Tired beyond measure, classes and her job so tiring on her (and she was only in her third semester - so many yet ahead of her), Sarah walked slowly down the steps that led to the underground PATH station. A young woman, not yet old enough to drink alcohol, Sarah was almost waspishly thin. The semi-short black skirt she wore showed that, although thin, she was lithe; her long legs were shapely and strong, her small firm breasts pressed out against her white button-up top that was loosely tucked...
His meeting overran and so he is now on the last train back to Leeds in Yorkshire that is just leaving the station 9.30pm. There are not many passengers getting on the train so he chooses a group of 4 seats with a table, sits in the aisle seat with his back to the direction of travel, puts his bag on the window seat next to him and hopes nobody decides to join him. After a long day and with a two and half hour journey ahead, he decides to have a snooze. He leaves his tickets on the table in...
PrologueOur hero in this story is Tom, a six foot tall, thirty something ex football player, who now travels around the world picking up odd jobs for friends or people he has met over the years.He retired when he ruptured his Achilles tendon but he keeps himself in good shape.Oh, and he loves the ladies! StoryTom has been in Edinburgh for a business meeting. A nice summers day had been forecast, so he is dressed in beige chinos, brown brogues, a white open colour shirt and blue blazer. With his...
Without moving at all, we were fucking each other. Her cunt was rhythmically squeezing my cock. The vibration of the train was buzzing up through the base of my shaft into her, and every bump drove me a little deeper. I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning so I didn't draw the attention of the other passengers. We were fully clothed and she was sitting on my lap, facing away from me, pretending to look at her phone. Her skirt was spread over my legs, which kept us from being too obvious, but...
Exhibitionism