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 …

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 …

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.

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.

Emma and the Contractors

She gathers her little five-pound weights and moves into the cardio, working up her heart rate. As she sucks down breath, her hair clings to her forehead and sweat trickles down her back. Her tits bounce as she lunges, her ass glistens in the mid-morning light, stretching tight.

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.”

Trish, the entourage

“Put some pants on, hey, babe?” Colin says, “We’ve got company.” She doesn’t seem to hear him, sauntering through the open-concept space bottomless but for black panties riding high on her hips. Her chest, large as it is, is at least covered with a black zipped up sweater. She comes up behind Colin, behind the couch he’s sitting on, and leans over it’s back to wrap her arms around him.

Samiya

She glides into my condo without invitation, takes the door from me and closes it behind her. “I brought you a treat,” she says, “A little something for you to entertain yourself.”

Astrid

She perches on my lap, straddling me, large tits pressed into my collar. She tilts her chin up, looking down at me over her high cheekbones. I feel like so much putty, ready for her to mold. She wears brown lipstick, just a shade darker than her skin color, with matching eyeshadow and blush. It is, of course, immaculate in its application.

Kasia

He looks up, his eyes finding mine. He looks cute, so serious with his salt-and-pepper hair and goofy old t-shirt and shorts. “I don’t know what you’re doing, Kasia, but--” “I’m showering, Mr. Wilcock,” I say, stepping back into the stream of water, letting it run down me, washing the soap off.