When I was 18, I started dating an amazingly hot man. He was 20, ripped and his face was that of an angel… ok an angel if you fucked it 20 times… anyways i was still a virgin. He and i both saw a problem with this. While i had been masturbating since my early teen years, i had never had sex. Thinking i was in love with him i agreed to fuck one night that’s what this story is about. Josh was sitting on the couch across from without a shirt on and i was turned on. i moved across the couch and started kissing him biting his lip piercing and playing with his tongue. “Whoa, honey. You are really uh, moving kinda fast.” He said looking at me in the eyes. “I know i want you in me tonight and hard. But first we need to getting in the mood more” I stripped off my shirt letting my d cup tits fall out because i wasn’t wearing a bra. “Do you want these baby?” “yes…” he moved forward and started massaging my breasts softly.I looked down and saw the begining of a big bulge grow in his pants.

“Here sweetheart let me help you with that” i slowly bent between his legs and i undid his pants while kissing his stomach that rippled under my lips. I told him to stand up or else the pants were staying on so he jumped up. I then proceeded to take his 9″ cock in my mouth not even fitting 3/4 of it in. I wrapped my hand around the base and jacked off the part i couldn’t suck. I licked his cock and sucked on it. I even used a little teeth. Soon Josh was begging me to stop. “Baby! i don’t want to blow my first load with you in your mouth i want in your pussy to claim you as mine.” Read more of this erotic sex story

Have you ever been tempted to jump one of the service people that come to your home to do stuff like gardening, plumbing, handyman, or the phone man? IF you have ever thought about it and wondered… “how that might work out”…. you may want to read this short TRUE story of MY personal experience with just such a service provider…. and I do mean SERVICE!! I will try and make this as short as possible with as little background as possible…but I do need to preface it with some BG so you’ll understand and it may help you to get the “job done” faster than I did *wink*. I moved into a house and had phoned ahead to have 2 phone lines put in, and several jacks. About 5 months ago now. When the “phone man” showed up he had a wonderful smile and a great ass! I thought… hmmm this may be kinda fun to follow him around while he was doing his job. He was fun too. we chatted about things in general but it soon turned kinda flirty **I bet I started that but I can’t be sure… It didn’t take too long before we were taking turns blushing and at one point he said ya know if you keep that kind of talk up I will not be able to stand up for awhile. He also explained to me that IF they ever got caught propositioning a customer they would get “canned” but… If that same customer propositioned them 1st it was “free game”

He said “I do have a job after yours but I could be late.” He also get very, very close and touched me on the arm, knee, leg etc. while he was writing out the bill… I was just too nervous I guess to follow through with it. Damn me! As he left I said “stop by anytime and we can have coffee or whatever…” He gave me his card and said phone me and leave a message. I thought about it but never did act on it. About 5 months later I moved again. This time I moved in with my current boyfriend. BTW he thinks it is ~HOT~ for me to flirt around some, and he doesn’t mind if it goes further than “flirting” either. In fact he likes it when it goes MUCH further. I bet you can see this one cumming right?? *Smile* You guessed it! The day my phone line was to be installed I got up early, bathed and put some make-up on… as I recall, I don’t think I looked my freshest the last time the phone man visited. Maybe that was my hesitation… who knows. This time I was going to be ready just in case “HE” was the man who came. The chances were pretty good because I was in the same neighborhood and they do have a territory they work, just like any job. I knew this from our past conversation. Read more of this erotic sex story

Breakfast is over… your husband is off to work, and the kids have left for school. You sit quietly at the kitchen table finishing the last cup from the coffee pot… daydreaming about nothing in particular…getting ready to start another weekday. The doorbell rings once, startling you from your morning trance. You rise slowly from the table, wondering who it might be. As you walk from the kitchen to the front door you think “what a sight I am, hair all mussed, in an old robe and worn slippers…well the hell with it, whoever it is they probably don’t look much better than I do.” Quickly you run your hands through your hair and down the front of your robe, smoothing out the wrinkles as best you can. Standing on your tip toes you peek through the security viewer in the door. You can see the head and shoulders of a man in a cap and workshirt. He appears to be in his mid to late thirties, with sandy blond hair peeking out from around his cap. You open the door slightly, and peering around the edge you say “Yes?”

You can see more of him now… a strong, athletic, tall man carrying a toolbox in his right hand. “You called about your refrigerator?” he says in a deep, but soft baritone. You remember your call to the appliance store in town yesterday, and their promise to send someone to look at your balky ice maker. “Yes, I did, come in, please”. You open the door to let him in, then close it behind him. “The ice maker… it doesn’t work all the time, and we’re expecting company this weekend” Just inside the door he places his tool box on the floor and turns to face you. His deep, hazel/green eyes meet yours. You stand not moving under his unblinking gaze, and a tremor of fear, or is it excitement, quivers along your spine. For what seems an eternity neither of you speaks or moves. You are riveted in place by his eyes. They seem to reach out and hold you immobile, like a fawn caught in the headlights of a speeding car. He doesn’t move, or speak. His eyes seem to see right into your soul, and you desperately want to say something to break the spell…but you can’t find your voice. Something primal in the depths of your being doesn’t want to move or speak, something strong and insistent, caged and yearning for the light pushes its way up through your stomach like a white fire. You stand unmoving, trembling, half afraid. Read more of this erotic sex story

He sent me a text message, asking if I could come over. A smile played on the corners of my mouth as I thought, hell yeah! I want to come over, but I played it cool and sent him a text back, that’s cool I’ll be there after work.Erotic thoughts were flying through my mind the rest of my shift. As soon as I got off, I rushed home to take a shower. Making sure to soap my ass really good, because he loves for me to bend over so he can taste my juices from behind. I finish my shower and lather on my victoria’s secret candy baby,and a pair of black panties with silver hearts and a matching bra……damn I look and smell good!! Just thinking about him turns me on.

I jump in my car and head to my sexy lovers house, I get there about midnight and I just want to jump on him. He is just so fucking sexy, but he wants to watch a movie and talk. I oblige, but I want to kiss his lips, and lick his chest, oh those tattoos!!! He just has on a wife beater and his boxers….I love those tatts. Finally at about 1:30 he moves close to and starts whispering how much he missed me since that last time we were together, I blush, cause I missed him too. He kisses my neck, damn thats my weak spot……so sensually that tears come in my eyes,then he kisses my lips ever so soft,the way he knows I like it. My lover moves down to my 42DD’s,I love getting them pampered. He says, “come here girl, and let me taste that pussy.” He only needed to say it once, and he licked and sucked my pussy until his face looked like he was eating a glazed doughnut……it was fucking amazing. Read more of this erotic sex story