Caught Perving

I’m upstairs in the sanctity of my own bedroom having myself a little jerk-off session when the door slams open and in storm my mom’s two friends, Amy Claire and Danielle Cheng. “What’re you doing?!” I yell at them, scrambling to grab the blanket to cover myself, tripping over the leg of table as I …

Open Positions

When Wendy stops by my desk first thing in the morning and throughout the day and last thing before she leaves, even though I’m not her boss I think she’s just doing her job, checking in how she can help. When she smiles at me and brings me from the shop in the lobby cups …

Catching Feelings

“This is the last time I’m doing this,” Katrina says as I close my front door behind her, “Ryan asked me to marry him, you know. He stopped cheating on me, too.” She takes her overcoat off, tosses it over the credenza in the hallway. “We don’t have to if you don’t want.” My hands …

Lucia

My fingers are interlocked with hers, our arms outstretched. My other hand rests on the small of her back. With her nod, I wrap my arm around her waist, careful not to touch her butt. Drawing from a confidence I do not feel, I pull her into me, so that our bodies are pressed together, so that her tits are squished against my chest.

Addison

The dean leans forward to peer over his desk. Below her jacket she’s wearing bright green pants, made from a sporty fabric. They cling to her, couldn’t be any tighter if they were painted on, but they don’t seem out of line. Addison’s legs are crossed, and he meets her gaze, sees the rebelliousness in her expression, knows how she behaves when she gets that way.

Erica, continued

“Huh?” Her and I didn’t have any memories. Except... oh yes. Of course. When I banged her bent over the balcony rail at my house and pumped her full of cum. My cock twitched. “Oh.”

Claudia

Claudia’s my yoga teacher, and she’s fucking hot. Not that that’s why I picked her class, but she’s a cutie. Latina, petite, stacked, with a great ass, and the sexiest smile. And she wears these gym uniforms that’re so tight they could be painted on. Every Saturday, Monday, and Wednesday, I go to her class and watch the fabric cling to her hot little body, it’s pattern swelling and bending and stretching as it contorts to contours.

Erica

My eyes went wide as her hand slid up under her skirt. She wiggled her hips and lifted her lap, working her panties free, sliding them down, over her feet. They were black, a thong. She packed them into a ball and my eyes bulged even wider as she reached forward and pushed them into my pants pocket.

Lize

Like the time I was walking into the house after my jog, tired and lost in my own thoughts, and I heard, “Welcome back, Mister Pearce!” I looked over and saw Lize, laying face down on the couch reading a book, head turned over her shoulder with a knowing grin on her face. It was her ass, wrapped in dark green yoga pants so tight they looked painted on, thick, plump, round, pointed straight at me. I had never seen an ass so in need of a grope, a slap, a fuck. And on this girl? I jerked off in the shower after that one.

Kayla

“Look, you don’t have to be here,” I said, “You’re welcome to walk out the door, and find your own way. I’m sure you’ll find a nice cot in a hostel out by the interstate. No skin off my nose, before you two dropped in, I was planning on a quiet night by myself.”