Trudy,
Remember when we met for the first time in a crowded subway station in Manhattan. I, a successful investment banker, dressed in only the finest. You were dressed in a beautiful white short evening dress that just barely covered your ass. We got on the train together and just casually exchanged glances while I found a seat in the back. (more…)
It is 5:00 o’clock on Friday and the week is finally over. As I enter the house I wish my wife were here with me. I had been thinking of her all day, but she has to work until 6. I had been thinking of her wonderful body and the things we do to each other. This has caused me to become aroused, wanting her to be here with me.
I decided to call her at work and see how her day had gone. She too was glad it was Friday. “Do you want dinner when you get home or would you like a little surprise before dinner” I asked her.
“Ooh, the surprise sounds good to me” was her reply. I instructed her to lock the door when she got home and meet me in the bedroom. (more…)
Scott loved living out in the country. He had bought the old farmhouse a couple of years ago and had just about finished the remodeling projects he had wanted done…. Actually, the house was warm and inviting. A place where you could relax and get away from all the pressures of day to day life. It was Friday evening and the beginning of a long weekend. That was always nice having several days off to do things that he really enjoyed or just being able to kick back and watch the corn grow… (more…)
Every year London is packed for the tennis finals at Wimbledon. I hadn’t been there myself, but I was working at a hotel only a few miles away whose name it might be better not to mention. Some of the players were staying there, and on the evening of a grand reception for the Tennis Association a lot of them went out and showed no signs of returning that night, so I was having a quiet night working Room Service. Just before my shift ended, there was an order for a bottle of wine from room 412, so I said that I would drop it off before I went home.
412 was actually one of the suites reserved for the top-rank tennis players, so I was only slightly surprised when the door was opened by one of America’s leading tennis champions. She smiled perfunctorily as I brought the wine in, but I heard a giggle from one of the armchairs and turned to see her younger sister Serena draining a wine glass. (more…)
Richard held on to his mind with difficulty. His senses were reeling. He
felt dizzy. It was one of those numerous delightful nights which all
young married people will remember later on in their life with
nostalgia, one of those honeymoon-like nights when the bedroom
atmosphere is charged sensuality and the husband wants to make love to
his wife and not just have sex with her …
Alice Carlton sighed. Her soft blue eyes darkened with passion. They
looked like twin thunderstorms to Richard. She turned on her side and
held her lovely, rounded breasts for his kisses, her velvet-skinned
bosom rising and falling with her heavy breathing, the pink porous
cherries topping the white, creamy mounds offered provocatively to her
husband’s kisses. She too, was receptive to the special, vacation like
mood of the night, and her eroticism rose even higher as she thought of
all delightful moments they would enjoy since Dick’s vacation began
tomorrow … (more…)
