Ingrid
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Friday afternoon, the phone rang at precisely 3:05pm. Ingrid picked it up knowing exactly who it would be.
‘You’re nothing if not prompt, Steve,’ she said brightly.
‘Hi to you too. I promised to call and I keep my promises. By the way, would you like to have dinner with me tonight?’ He blurted this out so quickly she had to pause for a moment before answering.
‘No, sorry, I can’t,’ she apologized. ‘I have to finish some revisions tonight. You wouldn’t want me to cancel tomorrow because I have to work, would you?’ she asked.
‘Of course not! OK then, tomorrow is more important. Finish your work. I’ll be patient.’
‘How brave you are,’ she laughed. ‘Shouldn’t we actually do some work on your house for a change?’
‘Oh, I suppose so,’ he grudgingly acknowledged. ‘Do you have something to show me?’
‘Yes, I have some colour suggestions for the interior and a couple of ideas for the exterior. Why don’t you come over and have a look.’ It was an all-business invitation.
‘Great, I’ll be there in ten minutes.’
‘See you then. Bye.’
True to form, he was there in ten minutes and knocking on her door. She let him in and they walked over to a large artists table in the corner of the living room.
‘Is this where you work?’ he asked, looking around.
‘Yeah, it’s not ideal, but it’s the only room in the house with good lighting, so here it is.’ She looked back at him. ‘I’ve got some suggestions. Come and have a look.’
He walked around the table and stood shoulder to shoulder with her, looking at the colour sketches of the various rooms. He was conscious of her perfume, or was it her shampoo. Whichever one, it was very appealing. He struggled to concentrate on the drawings. She was a skilled artist, and he could easily visualize each room and the colours she was proposing. They went over the suggestions.
He chose almost all the same colours that she subtly recommended, then complimented him on his good taste. When it came to the outside colours, he wasn’t so sure. She suggested she make up some samples on rough cedar siding so that they could look at them outside in the light of day on the proper substrate. Again, he agreed.
‘You make quick decisions, Steve. Was it that easy?’
‘Pretty much. I think you and I think a lot alike, so it makes it easier. Nice work, by the way.’
‘Thanks,’ she said smiling. ‘You make it easy for me too. I don’t have to go back and do all these drawings all over again. You have no idea how time consuming that is when the client doesn’t really know what they want. It takes hours to do these and some people have me do so many versions, I can’t remember what we were trying to accomplish in the first place. I’m hoping I can afford a CAD program for my computer soon. It would allow me to make changes in a flash, right in front of the customer.’
‘That sounds like an important program. How much does it cost?’
‘About three thousand,’ she replied
‘Do your competitors have these programs?’
‘Yes, the larger ones do, unfortunately. They’ve got the resources to buy them, and to train their staff. That’s the big problem for little outfits like mine. The cost of the program is bad enough, but learning to use it is very time consuming. However, I have to keep up with the times, so I will have to get into the computer age pretty soon.’
She spoke with a resigned voice, not quite regretful of the electronic revolution, but not sounding very enthusiastic about its inevitability either.
‘You don’t have much choice, do you? Right now, your strategic advantages are your ideas and your low cost. If it takes you a lot longer to do the same work as your competitor, you lose much of your advantage.’
He had captured her dilemma in a couple of sentences.
‘I admire your quick grasp of the problem. But, why am I surprised? This is what you do, analyze businesses,’ she smiled.
‘I have some contacts in the computer software industry,’ he said, still looking at her drawings. ‘These people are a bit ahead of the curve. Let me make some calls and see if there is something out there for you that won’t break the bank or suck up all your time reserves.’
He turned to her as she looked at him. ‘After all, I want some of that time for myself.’
She looked startled at his last comment, but recovered quickly.
‘That would be wonderful, if it isn’t too much trouble.’
‘No trouble. You never know what you’ll learn when you set out to solve problems. It’ll be my pleasure.’ He smiled at her and could see the gratitude in her expression.
‘So, do you want to see my sneakers?’ She was trying to recover from an awkward moment.
‘Sure. Bring them on,’ he laughed.
She walked out of the room and came back with a shoe box. She took the top off and showed the contents to him. Inside was a pair of brand new navy blue and white canvas sneakers.
‘Hmmmph!’ he snorted. ‘They don’t look very grungy to me, Ingrid. But I guess they’ll do.’
‘I couldn’t come on your lovely boat with those old things, so I thought I would treat myself to a new pair. Besides, they are much more comfortable than the old ones.’
‘I’m sure you’ll look terrific, new shoes or not,’ he said confidently. ‘Are you sure you’re not available for dinner?’
‘Yes, sorry, I do have to get the revisions on the fax tonight. But I’ll be bright and shiny tomorrow morning, I promise!’ Her voice confirmed her enthusiasm for their day on the water.
‘I bet you will. I’m looking forward to it. The weather forecast looks terrific, so I expect we’ll have a great day.’
‘So, see you at eight then,’ she said brightly.
‘See you at eight. Don’t forget your sport bra, sunglasses and sun block,’ he reminded her.
He left and she closed the door behind him. As he slid into his car, he looked back and thought her could see her watching from the living room, but he couldn’t be sure.
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At five minutes before eight on Saturday morning, Steve parked his Volvo V70 at the curb in front of Ingrid’s house. He got out and looked up at the front window and saw Ingrid standing there. She waved and he returned the gesture. He was pleased that she was ready to go.
She opened the door just as he arrived on the top step. She turned to get her navy blue, down-filled ski jacket. She was wearing a white cotton mock-turtleneck sweater that would keep her warm in the cool morning air. She had a pair of loose fitting blue track pants that looked to be nylon, and of course her new canvas shoes. What Steve didn’t know was that there would be no bra today.
A pair of wraparound sun glasses was parked up in her lovely red hair and she wore what seemed to be a wide blue band to keep her hair in check. She flashed him a glimpse at a container of 24 Sun Block and smiled. His smile and quick acknowledgement confirmed that the outfit passed inspection. She was a striking picture on this particular morning.
‘I’m ready,’ she chirped.
‘You certainly are.’
He openly admired the sexy woman with whom he would spend the day.
When Ingrid had locked the front door, he took her bag and walked her to the car, opening the door on her side while she slid in. She smiled at his courtesy.
Steve slid into the driver’s side, and they quietly motored off toward Marine Drive and the winding coast road to Fisherman’s Cove.
They exchanged small talk, mostly about the cloudless sky and the darker line of water outside the bay that Steve said indicated wind. He was sure they were going to have perfect sailing weather, and his mood was buoyant.
Ingrid had only seen a photograph of the boat, but she knew it wasn’t like most sailboats she saw out in the bay. It was rounded at the stern and had a tall cabin where the steering was located.
Steve said there was a stateroom below the deck at th
e stern, and a couple of other sleeping quarters farther forward. He said it would sleep six comfortably, or even eight in pinch. It had a bathroom he called the ‘head,’ with a decent sized shower as well as a toilet and sink. Her experience with boats was limited, but she remembered that they were always cramped for space, and she didn’t think this would be any exception.
It was just a couple of minutes past eight thirty when they arrived at the parking lot. Steve drove to a ramp and stopped his car.
‘My parking spot is at the other end of the lot, so we’ll unload the supplies here.’
They got out and he opened the tailgate of the station wagon. He took out a couple of heavy looking coats, two vests, a large portable cooler, a sport bag that looked like it had been around the world a couple of times, and finally a beautiful wicker picnic basket.
‘Oh Steve, that’s a lovely picnic set. May I look inside?’
‘No you may not. That’s for later,’ he said, catching her off-guard, but smiling. She must have expected an automatic yes and she pulled her hand back quickly when he didn’t provide it.
‘Hmmmm, I wonder what’s in there?’ she murmured.
‘Wait here a moment, I’ll be right back,’ he said.
He walked over to the far edge of the dock and pulled an odd looking cart from under a shed roof. He wheeled it back to the ramp and began to load the contents of his trunk on the cart. When he was done, he asked Ingrid to wait there for him while he parked the car. In a couple of minutes he was back and he carefully rolled the cart down the ramp.
‘It’s not so bad today,’ he said to her as he wrestled the strange machine down the ramp. It’s a bearcat when the tide’s low and I’ve got a bunch of stuff to go up the ramp. I usually unload it at the bottom and carry things up in two or three trips.’
It was a short walk to the float where the boat was moored, tucked in between another sailboat and a motor cruiser. It was hard to get a good look at it in those tight quarters, but what she could see was impressive.
It had a dark, forest green hull, a white superstructure and deck, green sail covers and two light coloured metal masts. A large mainmast was located halfway between the front of the tall wheelhouse and the bow, and a shorter mast just behind the rear of the wheelhouse.
This was no sleek beauty for racing. This was a motor sailer, a cruising boat. Like everything about Steve, it was neat and clean. The side boards, the railings, hatches, and cabinetry were all teak, oiled and polished. Across her beautifully rounded stern was the white script, ‘Matron of the Sea,’ and her home port, West Vancouver, B.C.
‘It’s beautiful, in a different sort of way,’ said Ingrid. ‘It looks European. I’ve never seen a boat like this around here.’
‘Very observant, Ingrid. It is European, built in Sweden in 1974. It’s a cross between a North Sea Motor Trawler and a sail cruiser. It’s not built for speed, but it will go anywhere in complete comfort and safety. It’s the perfect boat for my kind of sailing. The reason you don’t see many of them is that there aren’t many around in North America, and even fewer on the Pacific side. This one was brought over with a smaller sister boat to a marina in Sydney, on Vancouver Island.
‘The current owner, George McConnell, is the second owner. The first one only kept it for a year or so, and sold it at a big discount when he couldn’t find a buyer locally. He wanted a faster motor launch, so George got a real bargain. He and I love this lady. It’s perfect for what we want in a sailboat.’ He spoke lovingly of this floating object.
‘You speak as if it were human,’ Ingrid said.
‘Well, it’s the way sailors tend to think of their boats. It’s a love affair of a different kind.’
‘You said George owns this boat. I thought you did.’
‘No, I just charter it when he isn’t using it. I’m of two minds on boat ownership. I see too many of them sitting idle all year around. I think if a boat’s not being used, it deteriorates. This lovely lady begs to be sailed, as you’ll find out today.’ His affection for the craft was obvious in his voice.
And the name? ‘Matron of the Sea.’ At first it seemed like an odd name. At least it wasn’t one of those clichés or trick names seen on so many boats these days. It seemed to be a name of respect and recognition. This was no runway model, it was a mature lady, beautiful to those who loved her, and homely to those who did not. Steve and George were of the former group.
Steve stepped up onto a wooden platform and then onto the deck. He turned and offered his hand to Ingrid. She took it and easily hopped up onto the deck of the ‘Matron.’ He pulled a set of keys from his pocket and unlocked the door to the wheelhouse and stepped inside.
He opened the companionway down into the hull and then put another key into the panel above the chrome and teak helm. In a second, the sound of fans could be heard. After waiting a minute, he pushed the starter button and a diesel engine rumbled to life.
‘There, now we’ll have some heat and electricity. I’ll put the kettle on and then go bring our things aboard,’ he said routinely.
He knew this boat like the back of his hand and his organized pattern was a study in economy of movement. Within five minutes, the battered old aluminum kettle was whistling while Steve had brought the gear aboard and stowed it in the forward cabin, except for the cooler and the picnic basket. The mystery picnic basket had been placed in a lower locker, out of sight.
As the kettle began to boil, Ingrid flicked off the burner while Steve pulled out a battered old Brown Betty teapot from below the counter.
‘Those two look like they’ve been through the wars,’ she said laughing.
‘Yep, but some things are tradition and not replaceable. George would have a fit if either of these things were gone. This is the ‘Matron’s’ stuff, not ours,’ he smiled.
They had been aboard less than ten minutes and Steve was up on deck preparing to cast off from the dock.
Motioning to Ingrid, he said, ‘I’m going to rig this forward line so that when I give you the signal, just pull on it and we will be free of the dock. Pull it on board quickly so that it can’t get caught in the prop and if you can, coil it up and lay it here, on the superstructure. I don’t want you or me tripping on it when we come forward.’
His instructions were clear and calm. She nodded that she understood the simple task. She was told what to do and why it had to be done.
‘Also, I want you to take off that ski jacket and put on either a vest or the full jacket I brought aboard. They are ‘floater coats’ and if by some accident you fell in, they will act like lifejackets and keep you afloat. Bring me up a vest while you’re at it, please.’
Ingrid went below and took one of the vests. They all seemed to be the same size, but then, they weren’t that much different in size. She zipped up the vest and taking the other, stepped back up to the wheelhouse, then forward to the bow.
Steve rigged the stern line in a similar fashion to the bow, just as he would if he were sailing alone. With Ingrid helping, there wasn’t as much scurrying about when casting off and she seemed happy to have a role.
Steve checked his gauges, saw everything was normal and turned the helm hard to starboard. He brought the revs down to minimum and eased the lever into reverse. The boat slowly began to swing its stern out from the dock.
He pulled the lever back to neutral then called out, ‘Let go forward, Ingrid!’
She immediately pulled the line and it released just as the stern line had. She quickly pulled the rope on board and began to coil it up. She finished and looked up to see them moving slowly, exactly in the centre of the narrow passage between the other boats, out toward the main harbor passage.
Steve gave her a ‘thumbs up’ and waved her back
to the wheelhouse. She instinctively kept a hand on the teak railings until she reached the forward part of the wheelhouse where she could hold onto the railing on its roof.
‘Well, I see we have the makings of a fine deckhand here,’ he said as she stepped into the cabin.
‘Thanks, but I don’t think you gave me too risky a job there.’
‘You’d be surprised how some people can’t manage a simple task like that when they get on a boat. I had a hunch you weren’t one of them.’
‘There’s no substitute for good, clear instructions, Captain,’ she said brightly.
He looked at her and told himself again, ‘This is going to be a great day!’
He looked at his watch and saw that they were on their way only twenty minutes after arriving in the lot. Steve motioned to Ingrid as they cleared the harbor entrance. It was noisy with the engine running and the doors and hatches open.
‘Take the helm, Ingrid. Steer toward the right edge of that island right in front of us. I’ll get the tea. How do you like it?’ No hesitation, he simply gave her the wheel.
She told him she liked her tea clear and he nodded and smiled, looked out at her heading, gave her another ‘thumbs up’ and went below. She had hardly been aboard a half hour and she had the helm.
She was thrilled with his confidence in her, but in truth the boat seemed to know where to go by itself. There wasn’t much steering to do. Just the same, she was grinning ear to ear when he stepped up from below with two mugs of clear tea. She took one, noticing that he liked his tea the same way she did.
They motored on their heading for a few minutes while they sipped the hot tea. Both of them had put their sunglasses on as the brilliant sun was reflecting off the small waves on the water before them. Steve looked intently at a chart.
‘Ok, Ingrid,’ he said, raising his voice over the engine noise. ‘I want you to steer a heading of two-zero-zero on this compass. That will take us clear of Passage Island and point us out into the Gulf. I’m going forward to set up the sails. If you see anything that looks wrong or worries you, push that black button on the panel to the left. It will sound the horn and alert me to come back. Give it a try, just a short beep,’ he instructed.
She pushed the button gingerly and a sharp horn sounded, much like the ones she had heard at the hockey games.
‘Good, that’ll get my attention,’ he smiled. ‘Any questions?’
‘No Captain. Steer two hundred, one short blast on the horn for any problems,’ she repeated, grinning at him like the cat that swallowed the canary. Thumbs up again from Steve and he moved forward to remove the cover from the main sail. She watched him, glancing now and then at the compass.
There were a few other boats in the area, but none nearby. The ferry to Vancouver Island had sailed by a couple of minutes ago about two kilometers to the west. She watched Steve work at preparing the sails. He was a study in efficiency.
The sail cover was removed, folded and dropped through the forward hatch. The stays and shrouds on the mast were checked, and all the fittings and fastenings were inspected. He had done this a hundred times before and had never found a problem. He intended to keep that perfect record.
He looked back at the wheelhouse windshield and through the reflection on the glass he could see the face of his lovely helmsman. She accepted the wheel without any protest, and he thought she may just be a ‘natural,’ one of the lucky people who can cope with any new situation with minimal fuss. He smiled and waved and she waved back. He finished his forward tasks and walked back to the wheelhouse.
Ingrid noticed that even though he had been on this boat many times, he took care to use the safety railings wherever he went. He was wearing the other floater vest as well. It wasn’t as cool as she had expected and with the sun well up in the sky, she could feel some mid-spring heat.
Steve stepped into the wheelhouse.
‘Ok, Ingrid, now we’re going to turn her into the wind. Right now, the wind is west-nor-west I think. I’m going to start raising the mainsail first. I want you to steer to starboard … that’s to your right,’ he pointed. Don’t make your turn too sharp, just gentle her around. When you see the sail start flapping in the wind, I want you to bring her out of her turn. You might end up going past where you want to be so you’ll need to steer to port, or left, to bring her back into line.
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FetishIn Her Service By X X They had written back and forth as well as met in person and discussed their views on power exchange. He expressed his yearning for helplessness as best he could, how he wanted a true exchange of power. That he wanted to be useful and didn't expect it to be all play. While her concerns were that she didn't want to invest time only to have one or two meetings. Not necessarily long term, but at least ongoing. He said that he would be willing to commit,...
Introduction: A BBW turns her meek husband into a cuckold No smoke without fire. I suppose I should tell you a little bit about my wife and me before I give you all of the gory details about our sex life. I first met my stunning wife Jilly, 17 years ago the night she was celebrating her 20th birthday in a nightclub in the centre of Nottingham. It was love at first sight for me but it took a while for her to fall in love with me in the same way, in fact Im not sure shes ever loved me as much...
Hello, Thank you for your valuable input in the first part. I would be thankful to have your comments you can mail me on my email id Those who haven’t gone please follow the link below www.indiansexstories2.net/virgin/the-patch-up/ So, coming back to the story. After that long chat, we were quite open to each other, I was too much in lust to have her and I could see the same in her eyes too. One day she asked me to accompany her for shopping and I accepted and went with her. She was buying...
Spring BreakChapter 1: The VideosIt all began the spring of my first year in college. Spring break was a week away, and my friends were planning a road trip to florida for the week. Seeing as how I was completely broke, I couldn't go with them, and was forced to spend the week at home with my mom. I figured I could at least watch some Girls Gone Wild, maybe feel like it was really spring break. I was pissed that my friends would be getting so much action, while I sat at home and played scrabble...
‘Al, tell me what’s wrong,’ Kiana chided. ‘I skipped The Harpy for you, come on.’ ‘I’m fine, Kiana, leave me alone!’ Alaster tried to close the door again, but Kiana shifted to hold it open with her shoulder. ‘Go away!’ ‘The fact that you’re yelling isn’t helping your case,’ she told him. ‘Tell me what’s wrong, or I’m bringing Hatter into this.’ Alaster stared at her, panic stricken. ‘You wouldn’t! You know he’d pick my lock and keep me up all night!’ He tried, unsuccessfully, to shove...
Craig couldn't believe his luck! Buying the Sunny Day Motel had been the best decision of his life! He had gotten the idea to install hidden cameras in each room from one of those "Candid Camera" shows on television. Right from the beginning Craig knew that this little ten room motel could be a gold mine if it was run "properly"! After taking possession of the motel, Craig got down to the business of installing his hidden cameras and microphones in every unit, until by the time he was finished...
VoyeurIt would be a romantic and classical turn of events if we were now to switch our sights to the poor, exhausted sailorman in the lifeboat. View him as he lay there, barely breathing in 2 inches of water that had entered the raft through the canvas sides, which he had never managed to zip and secure. And linger for a while on his rugged, but handsome, looks, concealed as they would be under several weeks of grime and facial hair. We cannot. The events that led to Lomax Pierris predicament...
When I stepped onto the bridge a couple of minutes later Ensign Munfree spun her chair around and glared at me. “You have a secret!” she screeched. “Everyone does,” I said calmly as I strolled over to my command chair. “Kelly, how soon will we jump?” “The ship feels heavy,” Blaine complained. “But it looks like we’ll jump in just under one hour.” “We do have two habitation pods attached to the ship,” I pointed out. “Those add quite a bit of weight.” “Pods?” Blaine asked. “No one is...
Introduction: uthors Note: This is a serial novel. It mixes actual experiences, fantasies, and outright lunacy. It is not a quick lurk-and-jerk. I believe in a slow build, in order to have a better payoff at the end. (Like Sting, Im Tantric&hellip,). I plan to release a new chapter every week. Hopefully the response will be good! Enjoy. Chapter 39 Half an hour later, I found myself in a quandary. After dragging our weary (and in Jills case, sore and dripping) asses to our feet, the two sexy...
Ever since I first told him I wanted to try bondage, I knew he was dying to try it. He was shocked that I wanted to try something like that, since he was convinced that I was innocent. It wasn’t that our sex life was boring, because it was far from that, but this was something new that neither of us had ever done, so it was exciting for both of us. He surprised me one day by buying handcuffs and testing them out on me while we were making out in my car. He cuffed me to the steering wheel and...
BDSMI was laying in bed in a semi-conscious state with the full moon trying to break through the curtains. All I could remember was drinking in the bar with Sue, I couldn’t have d***k so much in such a short time could I. Then as I was drifting off again I felt a smooth hand stroke my thigh and then cuddle up to me. A smooth body pushed against my back, cool breath tingling my neck. I felt comfortable and warm, even secure. A hand dropped on to my knee and slowly lifted my legs a part...
Lunch was about to be served when I got into the house. Carolyn, the twins, Marjorie, and Jimmy were already heading to the table and so I joined them. Maybel and Roberta started with the food then and I got onto my main job of making it disappear. "Mr Jefferson, Johnny came out and he's eating at the bunkhouse. He said you told him to come out for lunch and that we'd look for a garden spot after," Maybel said, as she set a big platter of fried chicken on the table. "Yes, I saw him at...
Usually I love summer. An enthusiastic sun-worshipper, I am also addicted to being the object of admiration under any circumstances, and my body in a bikini is certain to attract attention from any red-blooded male within view. As a result, I like to spend my summers in tropical locales where I can live in a permanent state of near-nudity. The logical choice would have been to spend my summer in Florida where Kyle is training for the pro tennis tour, but I just couldn’t prolong the inevitable...
TabooHello friends I am back with my SECOND part. Thanks for your mail. Ab mai aage batata hu ki kya hua. Hum dono bilkul nude bina kapdo ke kichad me lete hue normal baat kar rahe the. Par jaisa aap samajh sakte hai ki bagal me koi nangi ladki leti ho aapke sath chahe wo aapki apni bahan hi kyu naa ho aapki halat kya hogi. Us wajah se mera lund fir se khada hona suru ho gaya. Ghana andhera hone ke karan didi ko mai dekh to pa raha tha par mai unhe bilkul saaf nangi dekhna chahta tha. Didi shayad...
I had just turned 18 and my parents went away for the month of july and i wanted to stay home and they said "yes." So I decided to go out for the night and just walk around where i live. I went on the beach and just walked along the water and then i saw this guy just sitting on the sand so i walked up to him. I asked him whats up and why he was just sitting on the beach. He answered me by saying "nothing much just watching the waves crash, what about you." i said "My parents just went away so i...
GayThe next week seemed like an exercise in sleep deprivation to the members of the Dubois family. Every night they would each roll around in bed, reliving their dreams, though often they differed in detail. Samantha kept reliving her assault by the various faceless golems. Sometimes there would be just the one, using her as she gave birth to clone-Samanthas. Sometimes she would give birth to more golems, who would use her over and over. Once the golem appeared and had two cocks; he stood...
Our first day of interviewing witnesses and a parade of increasingly dubious suspects was quite uneventful, and wholly unproductive. Even with a bit of subtle magical nudging, giving myself a heavy duty 'Trust charm', so that strangers would tend to like and trust me, right from our first meeting, didn't turn up anything particularly interesting or significant. Our gut instincts were spot on, our 'Action List' we'd been handed with names of smalltime stool-pigeons and grade Z street...
I knelt down in front of her so we were at the same eye level, I looked at her and smirked at how horny she looked, the lust in her eyes was staggering. I could have stayed there and just looked in her eyes for hours but things were going too well so far and I knew it would only get better.I placed my hands on her curvy hips, lightly pressing my finger tips into her soft skin as I glided my hands up her waist and eventually reached her underarms. I grabbed her top and pulled it up and over her...
I was beginning to understand something about myself. Being bad turned me on. The best sex I ever had was when I was doing something wrong. That’s why I like sex with married men. Because it’s wrong. I also liked having sex with someone my ex-boyfriend knew and hated. If Jim knew I was letting William fuck me he would be so upset. Oh so wrong of me. William was a womanizer and just saw me as a sex object. All of the things a girl is supposed to avoid turned me on. When William pushed his cock...
“Hey Mike, how’s it going?” She asked. “Um… it’s going good. Are you going swimming again right now?” I replied. “I wasn’t going to, but I will if you come with me,” she answered. I could tell she was thinking the same thing I was, I saw the sly smile from the corner of her lip. “Ya sure, my parents are at work and Matt’s at his new job working at Sears.”I replied back. “Alright meet me in the pool in 30 minutes, oh and Mike, put on something sexy.” She said as she bit her lip. She looked so...
She is a beautiful 36 year old with light brown hair and a shapely body that I can tell other men find attractive. I have always had fantasies about seeing her with other men, and enjoyed reading about wife sharing on the internet and in magazines, but only began to talk about them to Jo about a year ago. Since then we have often enjoyed talking about my fantasies whilst we make love, describing how I would watch another man take her and make her cum. About two weeks ago, whilst we...
© 2002 LaffWithMe Press "Rodney, Rodney, I won, I won!" It was my wife screaming into the phone so loud that I thought everyone at work could hear her. Not that it made much difference. We lived in a small town where everyone knows everyone and I worked at the family feed store with my brother and sister. "I won a week in Las Vegas on that radio show! I was the ninth caller and I won us a vacation." Little did I know what a change that was going to make in our lives. We'd been...
It suddenly dawned on me what a devastating situation I had caused on my son’s life while accidentally seeing what he was doing through his slightly open bedroom door. He was laid on his bed playing with his erect cock while watching his laptop with headphones on. I felt sorry for him; he has had no life since my husband, his father died fifteen years ago.He is now thirty years old and has never been a one for going out with mates or even had a girlfriend to what I know of. I let myself go...
This is my first attempt at writing and sharing a story thanks to a friend on here telling me I should give this a try! I didn't even know people posted stories on here - so my apologies if this is not done very well :P This might not be as explicit as you hope, but I hope it turns you on as much as it does for me when I think back on it...This is my confession of the most bold thing I've ever done with complete strangers... I was 19. It was sometime in late summer or early fall and I was doing...
Friday saw the family sitting around the table having dinner and talking about tomorrows party. Both Ted and Mark were worried about having their ass fucked. Mary and Toni were horny thinking about having their ass fucked and could not sit still. After they cleaned up from dinner, Mom and Dad had a talk with the kids. Ted spoke “I am going to guess that we are all thinking about the party tomorrow. Mr. Knight said it will be an all anal affair. Exactly what that means, I’m not sure, but I...
“WILLOW HALL” “It will be fun, just the three of us, plus its all for free, think about it, a whole weekend! Come on Hazel, I was convinced you’d be up for it” Suzy leaned forward in her chair as she spoke. The three girls had been mates well before high school, they all worked together as typists in a large office complex on the outskirts of London, Suzy had seen the advertisement in one of her girlie magazines. “Let me have a closer look?” Lynn enquired taking the...
It had taken some effort to set up, but the adventure was all arranged for that very night. I was nervous as the car drove through the English countryside towards what I hoped would be the achievement of a long-cherished fantasy. I had dreamed of this, fantasized over this, for many years. Now, at the age of fifty, I was hoping to make it real. I just hoped I was not too old for it.We arrived at Saint Barnaby's School for Boys in the late afternoon, while the boys were all still at lessons. The...
TeenHi all ISS readers, myself Karthik a 26 yrs. Handsome guy from Chennai. I’m an ISS reader since last one year and got highly inspired by all those stories all you people wrote, so here I’m putting forward my true story which happened 3yrs back. My house is in a very posh locality, where there is very less neighborhood interference as most of them were staying out of the city and remaining houses were for sell. My father refereed one of the neighbor houses to his old friend who recently came in...
When i was younger i never got the pretty girls and never functioned down below well and soon became transgendered. I dont have the pressure to perform any more . I was still attracted to girls but one day saw a huge black man with 2 sexy girls and i began to wonder why so many females had black boyfriends. All of my female relationships ended with the girls going to black men so got intrigued. One day i was out one night in Manchester and was asked by a very tall black man if he would be...
Hii Friends, Sagar here.Thanks for your responses on my last story ‘ ’. Uss story par kuchh bahut achhe responses mile. Kuchh unsatisfied aurte bhi apni payas bujhwane ko contact ki. Koi bhi Shadi Suda ya Unmarried aurte ya ladkiya jinhe sex sambandhi koi bhi problem discuss karna ho ya apni sex life se khus na ho aur satisfaction chahti ho contact kar sakti hai . Ye kahani mere aur ek mast Marathi housewife ke bich ki hai. Mujhe Marathi ladies bahut pasand hai kyunki unke sajne sawarne ka...
Author & Subject Three Belladonna Brett walked towards the office's door in the short strides that his grey pencil skirt permitted. Thoughts about the prior night consumed him as he pulled the door open. He smiled at Nina as he saw her walking into her office. They exchanged good mornings before Brett started to set up at his desk for his workday. He tried to understand what had happened the night before, but he remained as conflicted as he found himself at the...