Chelsea’s a cheap date

“I mean...” The solution is so obvious, I can’t help but feel I’m being manipulated into it. Yet I let it happen, maybe I want it to happen. “I haven’t eaten, either. Take a raincheck on your birthday dinner with Tom, grab some grub with me?” Delight blooms on her face like she’s never heard a better idea in her life. “Oh yes, can I, Zak? I’m a cheap date.” She grabs her cozy red hoodie, zips it up to her collar. “It’s not a date.” But she ignores this.

Mrs Simmons

Mrs Simmons is gorgeous. Laying out face down on my massage table, her body is on full display, naked and uncovered by the modesty towel that most people opt for even if it isn’t technically required. And she’s tall, her tan skin smooth and sleek and glistening from the workout she’s just completed, from the warm and humid air pumping into my small studio, from the massage oils I’ve been rubbing in. And her muscles are tight, toned, weary from exercise but practiced by years of training, an intense lifetime regimen of fitness. Her ass is incredible, her tits are the tits I wish I had on my own chest.

Mom’s Friend Mary, Chapter 2

These words, coming from him, they’re ridiculous and I almost laugh. But instead I find myself moaning from his fingers touching me, making me wet. I’m thirsty for more of it, and I bend at the waist, my face pressed up against the racks where I keep all my shoes, my butt pushed out and into his grip. I step out of my pants, high heeled feet parting. I can feel my arousal swelling fast and strong, eager to be sated.

Mom’s Friend Mary

I have never been in a bathroom this nice. First off, it’s huge, with high ceilings. Brightly lit with two skylights and a big picture window overlooking the backyard and lights built-in behind the mirror and along what appears to be a makeup bench and near the carpeted dressing area and over the large bathtub with jets in it and all throughout the shower, there’s no dark corner in the space. And despite its size, the pink marble and soft pale ceramics and plush mats and towels and seashells on the walls keep it warm and homey.

The Beach Resort

Because maybe a minute later I feel someone’s hand on my bare thigh. I frown, see it’s the girl’s. It must be an accident, and I wait for her to correct. But I wait and wait and the hand lingers until I have to pick it up and give it back to the girl. But a minute later it’s back, a strangely intimate touch from a total stranger.

Brook

Now I’m staring, I can’t help it. Her breasts... they’re huge. I had no idea. Sprouting from Brook’s narrow frame are two glorious funbags, the gray fabric of her bikini top fighting its best fight to cup them, keep them constrained, stop them from what cannot be more than a wayward brush away from springing free of the nylon and bouncing into my life. As her shoulders adjust and her arms move her breasts get pushed outwards and pulled this way and that and... weird, it looks like her jaw is moving, too. Oh fuck. She’s asked me something, is waiting for my answer. I have no idea what.

Jolene

“I mean, I have an idea, but... you don’t have a girlfriend or anything, do you?” Confusion brings my eyebrows together. “No.” “Because I think what I really need,” she says with such earnestness that it sounds almost normal, “Is an orgasm. I sleep so much better after cumming, don’t you?”

Jenny

“Bullshit, a work project,” she scoffed, flashed her disbelief my direction, “I want you to know that I’ve got another handsome young man flirting with me, anxious for a peek at my tits. I'm sure he'll show me a good time if you're too busy to get your tight little butt over here, like, yesterday.” She winked at me as I blushed, hard.

Heather’s Lesson

“So, like,” she starts, “Just so you know, and hopefully this doesn’t change anything, but I don’t want it to be a surprise, I make adult material.” I feel my brain screech to a halt. “Oh. Ohhh.” Porno. She makes porno videos. My eyes go wide. I can’t imagine the sweet, virtuous nanny I’d met a few weeks back having sex on camera.

Irene’s Massage

“I don’t know. He’s nice. Buys me things.” “’Nice.’ Girl, c’mon. Who wants nice? You want someone who’ll make your pussy wet.” “Mary!” She works up my thighs. “Just saying how it is. I may be old, but I’m not dead. If I don’t climax at least once a day, I might shrivel up.”