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After Hours Pleasure
Sunday, 23 May 2010 13:26
After Hours Pleasure
Cindy flung the door to her apartment open and stumbled inside glancing around quickly and finding it empty. Of course it was empty her husband was out job hunting after his recent layoff and so was her mother-in-law. It was just her arriving from her hotel job and unbuttoning the red blazer and tossing it onto the back of the black leather sofa that dominated their tiny living room before plopping down on it.
The couch, like so many other things seemed like a waste of money right then. She'd known that the couch was beyond their means, that his telescope didn't need fixing and that she didn't need an SUV the year before but the money had sorta been there so she'd bought into the American dream and bought whatever she wanted. That was the American Dream wasn't it?
Michael didn't really make anything better, he made her happy. . .sort of anyway. It wasn't so much that he made her happy as it was that her ex made her miserable and the contrast was startling. Michael paid attention to her even when she was acting like a bitch and rarely told her she was wrong and told her all the time that she was the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. Cindy was rapidly realizing that the boy didn't really know what he wanted, and really neither did she. The age gap between the twenty six year old and her barely twenty year old paramour were startling at times leaving little in common between the pair.
Big Office Ass
Sunday, 23 May 2010 12:11
Big Office Ass
Her name was Dolores, she said, as we stood smoking a furtive cigarette outside our respective work-places. She was a large lady, probably 200 pounds and 6 feet tall in her high heels. And while I’m not usually attracted to big woman, there was something about Dolores that drew me to her. She had a pretty face framed by long, black hair but it was her confident manner, her casual frankness and her easy, infectious laugh I remember most – and to which I responded as I got to know her better.
I first met her in the winter when she came to work as a clerk at the flower shop next to my high-end men’s clothing store. We were both smokers forced to deal with our out-of-favor habit outdoors. We finally introduced ourselves one windy day when she borrowed my lighter and, bit by bit, I learned this much about her – she was in her early-30s, had never been married, had a generous boyfriend with some sexual hang-ups and was saving her money “to get the hell out of this hick town.”
At the beginning she was no more than an occasional companion when our smoke breaks happened to coincide. But as winter warmed to spring and heavy clothing was discarded I began to take more notice. Big as she was, Dolores had a curvy figure she wasn’t shy about showing it off, the crowning glory of which was generous ass that formed a perfect sideways oval and swiveled seductively as she walked.
And she was always well-groomed, her long fingernails bright red. When her nylons came off in the warmer weather, she showed off matching toenails in her strappy high-heeled open-toed black pumps. By now the many variations of black slacks she’d worn most days all winter had given way to long, black skirts, most of which were slashed open at the sides. When she walked and the wind blew just right I was treated to a fleeting but appealing glimpse of her big white thighs. That briefly got my attention, although I still didn’t see her as my type. Personally I’m more comfortable with slimmer, athletic women more my age and size.
Early summer came. In our town that meant the retail business pretty much collapsed, especially on Sunday. But with not much else going on in my life at the time, I usually spent Sunday at the store doing paper work and serving the occasional customer who suddenly felt the need for a new pair of Bermuda shorts or golf shirt. Not many did. Sometimes I’d drag a couple of lawn chairs out front and spend a few hours reading in the sunshine while I waited.
On this particular Sunday Dolores had joined me several times that on her smoke breaks. She didn’t have many customers either but her boss was inside so she couldn’t linger. In early afternoon, however, her boss had to leave for a family event out-of-town. I heard him tell Dolores to be sure to lock up when she left at 5 o’clock. Dolores flopped down on the lawn chair beside me as soon as her boss pulled out of the parking lot.
“Dummy,” she muttered as she settled in. Now that’s an opening line that inevitably leads to conservation. Over the next hour I discovered a lot more about Dolores.
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Cooking Lessons
Sunday, 23 May 2010 11:19
Cooking Lessons
Tamara looked out the window as the evening drew nearer. It was raining again, and it was almost dark because of the clouds. Glancing at the clock, she knew her husband wouldn't be home for at least four hours.
Smiling to herself, she ran to the closet. Sorting through her jackets, she pulled out a barely opaque, almost clear raincoat. Shrugging out of her shorts and t-shirt, she slipped the raincoat on quickly. Snugging the belt, she ran outside.
Tamara blushed as she thought of what she was doing. If any of the neighbors saw her...! But she wanted to surprise Brian, her sexy next door neighbor and lover. Quickly, she went up his sidewalk and knocked on the door.
"C'mon in, Puss-cake," Brian said, knowing that she loved it when he called her that! It always made her wet between her thighs! But, this time he meant it. Brian had been busy in the kitchen, all day, in anticipation of their little tryst. Brian was a master chef in the kitchen, and a master lover in the bedroom!
Tamara opened the door to Brian's home and immediately knew what was in store for her. She took a whiff of the air and could smell the pastries that Brian had been baking all day.
"I made your favorite... Sweetbread dildoes," he said to his sexy, young neighbor, who had just entered the kitchen.
Last Updated on Sunday, 07 November 2010 18:10
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