Charlotte

I’m overhearing this conversation from through the sliding glass door to the balcony. It leaves me to imagine what this scantily clad woman looks like. And I can imagine quite a bit. Of course my daydreams don’t sate me, they only amplify my need to see, my need to know what this babe actually looks like.

Monica

The garage door rolls up, revealing Miles inch by inch. He towers over me. I’m not short, he’s just a big guy. At least six-six. Broad. Built. Bald, in a good way. Maybe in his mid-30s. I’ve had a crush on him since I met him.

Summer 2

I drop to my knees, crawl the two paces to his recliner, and look up at him from the ground. “And I really, really want to go on this trip, Daddy. Maybe you’ll let me show you just how badly I want to go.” I reach out, place my hand on the crotch of his shorts.

Naomi

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Naomi said, pulling my arm away, leaning to get a better look at my crotch. “Getting your cock hard is the entire point.” My dick pressed out from my shorts, its outline unmistakable.

Leigh

“No,” Leigh said, cutting him off and rising to block his way. “I can’t believe that we’re too much for you. You must’ve handled way worse than two cute, curious schoolgirls.” She slid open her hoodie’s zipper. Her dress underneath was simple enough, a patterned summer fit, but its neckline plunged. Cinched tight beneath her chest, she wore no bra. Her mom wouldn’t have let her out of the house like this, not without the hoodie over, the hoodie that she was now tossing onto the desk behind her.

Natalie

“I saw you talking to that blonde girl earlier,” she said, “No dice, huh?” She was looking voluptuous in this sparkling gold dress, the type of thing a person could only get away with on a day like today. She draped her arm over my shoulders, leaned her head against mine. It was affectionate, nothing more.

Scarlett

“You’re cute when you’re bashful.” She kisses me. “Well, you’re cute all the time. But you can’t know the thrill it gives me to be in my thirties and find myself still being checked out by a teenager.” She’s watching me. “That a problem for you?”

Uncle Bill

“We’re thirsty girls.” Jessa flashes Bill with a coy smile. She sits up straight. The towel is wrapped tight, squeezing her chest. Bill ogles the curving swell of flesh peaking over the towel’s hem. She tilts her head, pulling the towel down just a tad. “Hope that’s not a problem.”

The Spa

A minute later the door opens and a cute young woman walks in. Her brunette pixie cut catches my eye. It suits her, drawing out her cuteness. She’s wearing a white tank top and matching athletic shorts, both tight and translucent enough to clearly see she’s got no underwear on beneath. She’s fit, and I’m trying not to stare, but wondering if maybe I’m supposed to.

Cassie

She had golden brown eyes, crinkled in the corners as she smiled at me, her tan features upbeat and peppy. I could see a touch of cleavage with her gym sweater unzipped a few inches, but I pretended to ignore that.