I was seduced yesterday, and I just have to tell someone about it! His name is Fred. We work together. I am thirty-six and married, with two children. Fred is twenty-three, single, and a real dreamboat, with wavy brown hair, big blue eyes and a well-shaped, muscular body. We have been flirting ever since he started working with me about four months ago. We’ve been having lunch together nearly every day for a couple of weeks. Yesterday we got our day’s work done early. Over lunch he asked me if I would like to join him in his apartment for a drink. After we arrived at his place, I excused myself to the bathroom while he made the drinks. While inside the bathroom I slipped out of my panties and sprayed perfume on the insides of my thighs.
We sat close to each other on the couch and sipped our drinks. We chatted while sipping, but mostly we just stared nervously into each other’s eyes. He knew that I loved my husband, but he also knew that I was incredibly turned on by him. His face was full of desire and this made me even more aroused. Thoughts of adultery fluttered through my brain. My expression must have told him that I’d soon be his, because as soon as I finished my drink, he leaned over and kissed me. I responded eagerly with my tongue, and we began touching each other. Fred slipped his hand under my dress. I gently parted my legs so he could get at me. When he found that I was wearing nothing underneath, he moaned. His finger slipped inside my pussy, and I let out a soft whimper. Soon he had my blouse undone and his hot lips were on my neck and shoulders. I told him I wanted to do it in the bedroom, and he picked me up in his arms. On the way inside, I whispered in his ear that I wanted him to eat my pussy before he fucked me. I tingled from my belly to my knees when he replied that ever since he had met me he’d wondered what I tasted like. Read more of this erotic sex story
The weekend after graduation is a particularly dull time for a bottle shop. Everyone that wants booze has either left town, is still nursing the worst hangover of their academic life, or is still plowing through leftover alcohol. Or has to work. Which I was. The late afternoon sun pounded through the dirty glass of the front, what little was not covered with signs loudly proclaiming a message of, in essence, “Get Drunk! Cheap! Here.” The weather in Cambridge had been particularly lousy, especially for June, our most promising month until October. But the thunderstorms and rain showers had given way to a passably nice day. The weather was guaranteed by the owner of the store having scheduled me for an all-day shift.
The job sucked, but the alternative was home to Lancaster, PA with my parents, a fate I would have gladly licked Mass Ave clean with my tongue to avoid. I didn’t notice her at first, as all my attention was taken up by counting out change for a $100 for a young guy who was buying a newspaper. He had a smile that I’m certain was intended to be apologetic, and if I had been in a better mood it might have worked, but I was inconsolable. A line had formed, and she joined the end of it, not stopping to pick anything up. With each sale, I noticed a little more of her. Bottle of wine, $12.95. Short blonde hair. Two six-packs of Coke, $4.49. About 5′ 8?, blue halter top. Nice figure. Bottle of gin, $6.80. Cute, button nose. Read more of this erotic sex story
My mother-in-law, Doreen, was a GILF (Granny I’d like to fuck) way before the term was invented. When I was in my early 40s and she was in her mid-60s, I had the hots for her, big-time. It wasn’t that she was particularly “sexy” by the standard definition of big tits, great figure, and so on – nor did she flaunt herself or flirt. Oh no, it was much more seductive than that!
First, she was very traditional in her views – so traditional, in fact, that I used to regard her as unattainable – and, therefore, ultimately and irresistibly desirable. Second, she dressed very modestly and conventionally – which made the occasional glimpse of VPL or lacy slip hem, less frequent glimpse of stocking tops, or most preciously rare flash of panties, an instant source of arousal and constant source of stimulus for my sexual fantasies. Last but not least, she was “verboten”. I mean, we’re talking about incest here! To my everlasting joy, despite all the hurdles, Doreen eventually ceased to be a GILF and became a GIFF (Granny I frequently fuck)! Read more of this erotic sex story
Vanessa sighed, picking up the last bit of her items inside the cardboard box that had assisted her move into her new, gorgeous home. She placed the item, an antique vase that her mother had given to her before she diseased, on to the shelf that she had set up in her room. “All finished,” She smiled, glancing around her new room. It was so much bigger than her old room and so much nicer. Vanessa had been waiting years to move out of the cramped up home that she had shared with her mom since she was 7 years old. She would’ve been gone the day she turned 18, but her mother was diagnosed with lung cancer. Vanessa had stayed to help her mom while she was ill and saved up money to get her own place one day. Her mother passed away on her 22nd birthday, leaving Vanessa heartbroken and alone.
Nearly two months after her mom’s passing, Vanessa came across the Victorian home she had always dreamed of. It was perfect. Though, she was still alone, the house made her feel complete. There was just something about it. Vanessa was alone, but she was not an ugly girl. Her body was toned and fit from all the daily work outs she did. Her hair was a chestnut brown, which worked well with her light blue eyes and tan skin. Her chest wasn’t too big, but not to small either. She was actually beautiful. “I’m so tired,” Vanessa yawned. She changed into her pajamas and crawled into bed, excited about falling asleep in her new home for the first time. It didn’t take her long to drift off into a dreamless slumber. Read more of this erotic sex story
If ever there was a time I needed to get to get away for some time in the woods, it was then. What I didn’t need was the hassle of two camping rookies, even if they were my friends. And the last thing, the very last thing in existence that I needed or wanted was to be with a couple in mad, passionate lust. Since Carla split, I just wanted to be alone. Alone in the woods would be even better. My friends, Paul and Melanie didn’t see it that way. They figured I needed someone around so I didn’t do anything stupid. The way I saw it was they’d already flunked that test. I was already doing something stupid. I was camping with them. Before the night was over, I’d discover that maybe camping with them wasn’t so stupid after all.
Don’t get me wrong. I love Paul and Mel. I’d known about Paul since high school. He was the best shortstop in the state. I was the best second baseman. We toured the State campus together when they were recruiting us. We both got scholarships and ended up rooming together. State had a killer infield and I had a friend. We met Mel our freshman year. I think we both had a crush on her. Her violet eyes, pixie face, long black hair and killer body made her stand out in a crowd but it was her sense of humor and warmth that made her part of our crowd. I’m still not sure how Paul managed to first get into her pants. Just about one of the few things he’s refused to tell me since I’ve known him. Read more of this erotic sex story
Freshman must know their place. Man, I heard that shit, everyday in every way. Once I started to get some minutes and some touches Dawson ends up in my face. I don’t need this crap from anyone. First round NBA material, my shiny butt. I’ve got a better jump shot and smoother moves than that geek. He’s got no right to disrespect me, talking ‘bout me not working hard enough. I bust my ass on the court. When I started mouthing back at Dawson, the damn assistant coach ended up in my face. Sucker took me aside and gave me that line about Dawson being the hardest working guard in college basketball, blah, blah, blah. He tells me Dawson has a key to the gym and does private workouts at three in the morning on top of our two a day practices. He hits me with stuff about Dawson having half my talent but three times my motivation. Yeah, yeah, yeah, they want to see motivation, I’ll show them motivation.
I figure if I pound on the door loud enough either Dawson or security will let me in. I don’t tell anybody I’m coming by because I want to shake up that ugly face Dawson. No more private workouts for that pampered prick. Going to make him feel some of the pressure that’s been pounding down on me this year. I show up at the gym and the dumb ass has left the door unlocked. Stupid geek is going to get himself hosed one way or the other. Some punk come through that door, he could just blow that fool away. Of course, that’s what I’m planning to do to him on the court. One on one, mano-mano, going to show him moves he’s never dreamed existed. I was going to earn some respect and shut his face. At least that was the plan. What I didn’t see coming was going to drop my jaw. Read more of this erotic sex story