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Julian

“Julian,” I announce as my son’s friend sits down beside me. Not so close that he’s touching, but not so far away that he couldn’t. “Don’t start.” “Don’t start what?” he feigns innocence, “I’m just being friendly, Charlotte. I just want to say ‘hi’ and ask how your day was.” I sigh, give him a wary glance. He’s tall and broad young man, athletic in build ever since he gave up spending all his free time painting miniatures and started dedicating it towards water polo. “So then ask,” I say, “But be quick about it. I’m going to bed in a minute.” “You need someone to tuck you in, Charlotte?”

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.

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.

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.”

Laura

“Do you like my new necklace, Jeremy?” she’d ask, directing my attention to the green obelisk resting against the cushion of boobs. “Tell me what you think about this red lipstick.” “What would you think if I got my belly button pierced? I’m not too old for that, am I?” “Do you like this sweater?” The sweater was tight, low-cut, and thin enough that her nipples dented the fabric.

The Sauna

“Do I look like the type of woman who doesn’t like attention?” So invited, I run my gaze again up her body, drinking in her slender sinews slick with sweat, her tan curves made sleek and shiny. “You look like the type of woman I’d want as my wife.” I don’t know where that sentence came from. It just fell out of my mouth, the words forming without any direction from my brain. I blame my exhaustion.

Marjorie

She wasn’t having it. “No, don’t play innocent with me. That won’t work here, not if you want to get something out of this session.” She dragged her fingertips up from his knee to run casual circles on his inner thigh, licking her lips when she saw the bulge in his shorts expand, the outline of a thick phallus forming in the fabric.

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.