Leeann sat at the bar, forehead in her palm, staring at her almost empty glass of wine. Despair ran through her body like her own blood. She brushed back her red hair and closed her eyes tightly to keep from crying. The job was no high flyer, but she didn’t want to go back to waiting tables. She clenched her teeth. Damn it, damn it, damn it. She heard someone sit down and felt a presence beside her. She knew better. She didn’t want to go home with any old dick just for some quickie to take her mind off her troubles. No, Leeann knew that it could only lead to more problems. “You want a refill on that, sister?” Leeann hesitated for a moment. It was a woman’s voice asking her, not some stud trying to get her on the rebound. Oh she could use that drink and a little girl talk. “Yes, please,” Leeann replied. She opened her eyes and looked over. The woman who sat there looked vaguely familiar. Her name was…
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“Shauna,” the woman said with a smile. He teeth were white and even. She was a large woman: tall even sitting on the bar stool, sporting what could only be described as a long, thick, brown, mane of hair. It was as if she had read Leeann’s mind. “I noticed you sitting here. You worked at the store too, right? seasonal and household goods?” “Yes, that’s right. I knew you looked familiar. “I think we mostly worked opposite shifts.” The bartender put a second glass of wine in front of Leeann. She took a sip. “This isn’t usually my scene, you know, in the bar after a bad day, but I got it from both sides today.” “You got your pink slip?” “Yeah, and when I got home I found out that my man had traded me in for an ex-cheerleader.” “Awe, Darlin’ that hurts.” Shauna draped her arm across Leeann’s shoulders. “Don’t worry, we’ll sit here and have a few drinks and a few laughs and put it all behind us.” Leeann drank and they talked about the store. She felt the warm glow of wine as their conversation became more personal. “He was good in bed,” she confessed. “And he was excellent with his tongue.” Leeann put her hand over her mouth, and then giggled. “Oh, I can’t believe I just said that!” She took another gulp of wine. Read more of this erotic sex story
Frank wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his glove and continued to prune the Seymour’s roses. It was 12:45, and like clockwork, he heard Dee and her friend Tanya wander through the back garden. He peeked out from behind the flowers and saw them walking barefoot to the gazebo with a picnic lunch. Dee wore her customary, lightweight flower print dress. Her bright smile and golden corn silk hair gave her a goddess like beauty. Her dress hugged her hips and highlighted her perky tits. Dee’s hard nipples pressed against the thin cloth, making it obvious that she wore no bra. She saw Frank working in the garden, flashed him a broad smile, and waved. Frank waved back and pretended to prune the flowers; instead he watched the women. With short dark hair and olive skin, Tanya was Dee’s opposite. Her full, round face matched her full rounded body. A skimpy halter-top left vast portions of her giant jugs bare; her dangerously short cut-offs exposed wide moonbeams.
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The pair sat in the shady part of the gazebo. Frank moved around some other bushes where he could watch without being seen. The two women fed each other ripe peaches and plums from the basket. They let sweet juice run down their chins, allowing the other to lick it up. When they were satisfied, Dee closed the basket and put it aside. With the warm sun on his back, Frank stared as Tanya stood in front of Dee and put one foot up on the bench. Her whole broad ass was hanging out of her shorts; the crotch was wedged between her smooth cheeks like a thong. The dark one leaned forward and kissed the goddess hard on the mouth. It was clear who was in charge today. Frank slowly crept closer. His cock hardened and pressed against his shorts as he watched. The blonde dug into Tanya’s crotch and began rubbing her pussy. Tanya reached out and tweaked a nipple. “Oh, so wet already,” Dee, said. “I’m always wet for you, Baby.” Read more of this erotic sex story
I was proud of my restaurant, we weren’t the biggest in New Orleans, and we weren’t the most famous, not by a long shot, but we were working our way toward being the best. Some people had even got around to noticing us. Some good local press and a few real positive reviews were bringing in the crowds. Life was looking good. That night, though, I was a bit nervous. Jolie and Maria were scheduled to close and they had stared daggers at each other all night. It appeared they both had the hots for the new bartender, Carlos. They were usually among my most reliable staff members. Jolie was a petite Cajun girl with wavy brown hair and a dazzling smile. She managed the waitresses and often Maria, our bar manager, had long dark hair that trailed down over her slim shoulders. Her body build was a lot like Jolie’s, short, slender, cute tits, and nice tight butt. They were both in their early thirties, you’d think by now they’d have more sense than to tangle over a man. But, those looks were giving me worries. I told Jolie I’d cover closing for her and she told me she had some scheduling changes to make and really needed to be here. When I spoke to Maria about covering for her, she said she really needed to stay to go over some orders.
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Those answers made me even more nervous. What I finally decided to do was use my office. My office is a high tech wonderland. I’ve got hidden cameras all over the restaurant. I said my goodnights and circled through the back room to my office. The staff was used to seeing the glow of the monitors under my door, I never turned them off. I sat back watching the monitors as the final customers left and the staff finished cleaning up. Finally there was just Maria and Jolie left in the building. At first, things were looking good. Both were in their separate spaces, working on paperwork. I was just about to breathe a sigh of relief when Maria started over to the table Jolie was working at. I’d already plugged in the headphones, all I had to do was select that microphone. “You ready to do this?” Maria asked with her hands on her hips. Jolie looked up and returned the glare. “More ready than you’ll ever be.” I prepared to barge out my door when they gave me a surprise. They headed for the linen room and each grabbed an armful of tablecloths. Read more of this erotic sex story
I knew my package would be arriving today. I was so excited. I ordered one of those jackrabbit toys my friend had told me about and was ready to have the time of my life. I waited by the door in my robe. Why even get dressed, I was just going to open the box and hop into bed. I’d been drooling about this since I ordered it online. It had everything from rotating, to vibrating, to heat and you could set the ears to your preference. I shivered just thinking about it. I know it sounds silly, me sitting at my dining room table, in my robe, completely wet thinking about a toy. But it had been ages since I’d had sex and my fingers were tired. The doorbell rang and I rushed to the door. As I opened it I saw the delivery girl, dressed in all brown. Her uniform was tight fitting and hugged her curves. “Special Delivery.” She said. I thought quickly and invited her in. She agreed, this was her last stop for the day and wasn’t in a hurry. “Well good, you can stay and see what you’ve brought me.” I know my smile was a bit mischievous cause she blushed.
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I got a knife and cut open the box. I pulled the flaps apart to reveal a ton of shipping peanuts. She shifted through them and found another box. She pulled it out and held it up. “Ultra Jackrabbit” she said. What it was dawned on her and she blushed again. I giggled as I opened the box. She took the instructions and starting reading, telling me how to change the settings and how to use it. I had a bright idea. “Hey, why don’t you show me how to use it?” Her face went completely red. “Me? But I don’t know how to use that. I’ve never used on before.” “You’ve got the instructions right there.” I retaliated. She knew she’d lost that battle. I invited her to my bedroom where I promptly dropped my robe to the floor. Her gasp startled me and I turned to face her. “Am I offending you in any way?” I asked. She shook her head, “No, quite the opposite. I’m quite turned on.” With that said she removed her brown outfit and made for the bed with instructions in her hand. Read more of this erotic sex story
As I followed her through the museum I couldn’t help but stare at her. She was absolutely gorgeous. She could easily been a part of the museum and no one would think twice. We entered the ‘racy’ section of the museum. There have been several attempts to close it down, calling it pornography, lucidious and other ridiculous views. I admit I am not a huge fan of art. I mean, I like it and all but I don’t drool over stuff. There are displays that make me think about sex and before I know it, I’m horny. It doesn’t help that I’m always following her through there and staring at her hips sway back and forth as she walks. Her sultry voice filling the hallways, as she tells the tourists a little bit about each piece. She works at the museum as a restorer, cleaning off sometimes centuries old crud and making the piece as vibrant as it was the day it was made and takes over the tours when the regular chic takes lunch. She loves it. I come over to take her out for lunch probably three times a week and every one of those times I’m forced to do the tour. And every time we pass the naked Venus and others my mind starts thinking about Casey and her body, the way she is in bed, the way she smells, the way her voice makes my body tingle and I end up really excited.
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After the tour ended, a small eternity later, she thanked everyone for coming and showed them to the gift shop. She turned to me and smiled. “You ready for some lunch babe?” “Yeah, I could eat,” with that said I grinned from ear to ear. She got my point almost immediately. “Mmmm Susan you really turned on?” “You know I am Casey, I always am after that tour. How could you not be after seeing scenes of all those people having sex and posing for the artist?” She giggled lightly and shook her head as she led the way to her small office in the far end of the museum. We’d never done anything about my frustrations while we were in her office before. She would sit down at her desk with me sitting opposite on the small couch and we’d talk about this that and the other. She always steered the conversation away from sex. It made her nervous just thinking about it at work. I don’t know what was different about that day, but as soon as she closed and locked the door she grabbed me and kissed me deeply. Read more of this erotic sex story
My office had gotten a little dim, I noticed, and it was the first hint that my workday was almost over. I ran my eyes along the next proofing document, not really reading it, more so sizing it up. I was debating whether to call that one the last for the day, or the one I was about to finish. I thought about going home and decided there wasn’t much worth hurrying home for. In the grand scheme of things, my fish would just have to survive an extra half hour without dinner. A comical thought of my goldfish tightening their proverbial belts came to mind. I chuckled as I finished the Brown vs. Metzger proof and sat back with a smiling sigh. I unfolded the manila envelope and pulled out the next piece of documentation. I noticed right off that this proof involved literary guidelines referring to an acquisition, not to dismissal like all the others I had been working on today. By now, I was very much alone in my tall office building and had no interns to send for the needed support documents. This meant a trip to the library. I decided that I would retrieve the needed volumes, set them on my desk, and leave the whole thing for tomorrow.
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Four flights of stairs lead me to the reference section in the upstairs portion of the library. The dimly lit room had the feel of seclusion. During the day, the lights were almost blinding and the bustle of people usually left little or no room for off-hand speculation. More of a get in, get it, get out type of situation than anything else. I walked over to the Acquisition shelves and began running my finger across the leather-bound book spines when I heard a giggle. A sort of mischievous giggle that implied eager titillation. I swung my head around, curious to see who would be trying to out do me in the “working late” department. The balcony was empty, save an abundant array of reference books and legal propaganda. I thought for a moment, and was about to dismiss the giggle as a result of over-working, but it came again. The sound was coming from downstairs in the main portion of the library. Read more of this erotic sex story
