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.

Tiffany at the Show

Her grin grew, and she leaned in to give me a peck on the cheek. Face right up against mine, her eyes sparkled golden as her words came, her breath warming my lips, “Let me know if there’s anything I can do for you.” Then, with a spin that made her pleated skirt flare, she turned and melted into the crowd. One final wink over her shoulder, and I lost her.

Nurse Rosa

I smiled at her each time she returned, a friendly grin. I really didn’t mean anything by it, the smile was automatic, something that just happened whenever I saw her beautiful eyes. Am I a flirt? She was about my age, I figured, petite, slender. I knew she was pretty, even though I couldn’t see her face, I could sense it. I felt an instant kinship with her, I don’t know why. Maybe I am a flirt.

The Shuttle Bus

She was wearing jeans, and as she guided my hand back to them, her eyes locked on mine, leaving me with no ambiguity about what she wanted. No words were necessary as I brought my hand up and felt the warmth between her thighs. My fingers found the seam of her pants and pressed into it, rubbing her sex through the denim.

The Wallflower

My eye catches on someone looking at me. She’s this cute, petite brunette with a serious look on her face, one of Jeff’s co-workers I think. It’s just for an instant before I glance away, the moment there and gone. She’s probably gossiping to her friends, wondering what a dweeb like me is doing here.

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.

Visiting the Dorms

She doesn’t react when I start to draw circles with my fingers. And then again, nothing when I drag my hand up, daring closer and closer up her chest. My hand slips under her shirt and she doesn’t care. I brush against her tit. Nothing. Emboldened, I squeeze a breast, tweak a nipple. She just lets me, not even the slightest acknowledgment.

Liz

“I mean, what do you do once you’ve got the girl tied up? Vicky did it once, had a guy tie her to the bed. Then they just had sex. She got a cramp and couldn’t move. Sounds weird, right? I’m kind of curious, though, what does it feel like? Sometimes I lay there at night, thinking about it. I kind of want to try it, just once, right?"

The Uber

A girl, not much older than me, spills across my back seat. She’s done up, or she was. At some point earlier this evening she probably looked perfect, hair, makeup, jewelry, the wrap around her shoulders, the tight black dress. Now she looks sweaty and disheveled and a little drunk. We make eye contact in the rear-view mirror. “Oh my god,” she says, “I love it when we get a cute one.”

The Dressing Room

To help her, I had to be close. So close, I could smell her perfume, feel her aura. I was right up in her personal space. My fingers almost brushed her back as I zipped her dress. It was exhilarating, like when the booze first kicks in and you feel like you’re floating. It took me a beat to even realize that she was pressing her butt into my crotch.