“Are you ready to go?” I asked. “Yeah, just lemme grab a few other things and I’ll meet you at the car.” I picked up my bags and headed for the trunk. Ahh this weekend was going be great. We were off to see some friends from college. We hadn’t found time since graduation for all of us to get together until now. It had been almost two years. I couldn’t help but wonder if either of them had changed. I wondered if they would freak out once they found out that Stefanie and I weren’t just ‘good friends’. I never know how anyone will react when they see us together, two women holding hands, obviously in love. Oh well, she and I were happy and that’s all that mattered to me.
Stefanie rushed out of the house, trying to handle four bags and a cooler. “My God woman, whatcha packing so much for, it’s just a weekend stay.” “Well, ya never know what’s gonna happen and it doesn’t hurt to be prepared.” She’d put our pillows and a blanket in the back seat earlier this morning. She was the epitome of a boy scout! I shoved her bags into the trunk and prayed it would close. And we were off. After a few hours of shifting through radio stations and reminiscing about the old times, the car lurched and felt like we lost power. She quickly pulled over and stopped the car. This couldn’t have come at a worse time. It had just gotten dark; we were about 150 miles from Mark and Tina, in the middle of nowhere. I didn’t know a thing about cars and neither did Stefanie. She picked up the cell phone and shook her head. “The battery is dead babe.” We must have sat in silence for about five minutes when Stefanie looked over at me. “Well, might as well make the best of it.” Her grin was mischievous. She was up to something. Read more
My wife is originally from Istanbul, Turkey. She emigrated to the US from Turkey several years ago. We go on vacation there every few years, partly to visit her family and friends, and partly because it is a nice change of pace from our busy lives. The events in this story happened on one of those trips several years ago. After the obligatory visits with her relatives and friends, my wife and I stayed for a few days at a seaside resort hotel in southern Turkey. We stayed at a gorgeous seaside cottage with a great view of the sea. This was in the middle of summer and it was too hot to go out during the day, so we ended up sitting in the balcony of our cottage and sipping cold drinks. In the evening, when the sun cooled down a bit, we would venture out to the sea, as my wife loves to play in the water. She wore a conservative one-piece swimsuit that showed off her curves nicely. She was getting appreciative looks from the men at the sea, both locals and tourists. It was always a turn-on for me to see other guys check her out.
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On the second day that we were there, I searched the internet and I found a massage therapist for the wife from a web site and sent him a message for the hotel “in-room massage by experienced therapist”. This caught my eye because my wife loves massages. She had had a couple of professional massages in the US before, and had enjoyed them immensely. It was a secret turn-on for me as well, to have her get a massage from a male therapist. Professional massages are particularly sexual, but it was still very exciting for me to imagine another man touching her pretty intimately. The few times that she got a massage before (only one was from a male therapist), I wished that I could actually watch her getting the massage, but of course it was not possible. We were not particularly sure what a massage would be like in Turkey, but I was curious and I finally called the Massage therapist. The guy just asked me how many hours it was for, and I ended up getting an appointment for the next afternoon for two hours. We were still left wondering what to expect. The next day was to be the last day of our vacation, as we had to catch a flight back to the US the day after. I figured this would be a fun thing to try to complete a very pleasant couple of days we spent in Turkey. Read more
John was in Hawaii and he was bored. He hadn’t wanted to come in the first place but his parents insisted on a family trip. The real reason they’d dragged him along, he suspected, was a fear that he’d have a few parties at the house while they were gone and his college buddies would bust the place up. OK, maybe they were right about his party plans, John thought, but he probably could have kept things under control, maybe.
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Instead of rocking out with some fine wine, weed and women he was stuck here in freaking hula world having to go on stupid tours, all day every day. Their tour guide, Lani, was a cute little piece, to be sure. She had a pretty brown face with kind of slanted brown eyes, long straight black hair and a nice set of tits on her rounded body. She was probably only two or three years older than he was. He loved the way her cute butt seemed to wink at him as she walked. Oh yeah, she was fine to look at, but boring as hell to listen to and she explained how the islands were built from volcanoes and gave them all this crap about gods and goddesses, blah, blah, blah. Who really gave a shit about all this stuff, really? He needed some of those babes he saw on the beach but he was stuck with a collection of blue haired old ladies. Not fair, man, not fair at all! Read more
When I first was invited to lecture at a scientific conference in the Caribbean, I assumed that it would be just another boring research meeting. But since the location was desirable, I agreed to go, and hoped to enjoy the scenery. It turned out to be better than I anticipated. During the welcoming dinner, I spotted a gorgeous blond woman from California. She had an innocent but seductive face, long soft hair, beautifully rounded hips, and stunning breasts that could not be hidden. Diane was not only gorgeous, she was intelligent and witty, and had a soft and gentle manner. We hit it off immediately, and had several conversations, starting with scientific matters and then becoming more personal. Diane often held my gaze just slighty longer than normal. By the end of the second day, we had loosened up a lot. Seeing her in a skimpy, tight bathing suit hardened more than my resolve. This was enchanced that afternoon as she left the lecture room; she moved past me and deliberately brushed her breasts across my arm, raising her eyebrows slightly.
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I knew it was only a matter of time before the electricity produced sparks, but the way it happened was better than any fantasy. Our hosts had graciously arranged a boat cruise after dinner. We already had enjoy a good wine, which was later complemented by a few rum punches. On the boat, more punch was available, along with calypso music and a beautiful tropical breeze. The music was hypnotic. Diane looked absolutely smashing in a tight wraparound dress of silky slippery material that clung to every outline of her body, especially her breasts and nipples. After a rum punch, I looked around for Diane, but couldn’t find her. I wandered past the stairway to the upper deck and saw her standing near the railing. She gently took my hand and led me past very narrow walk around a storage area, leading to a small open part of the starboard deck measuring about four by eight feet, completely out of sight of the rest of the boat. She started sensuously dancing to the music with her eyes closed. Read more
She sat across from me in our little cabin staring out the window, watching the countryside fly by. How could she look so peaceful and not be worried about anything? I absolutely hated to take the train. It didn’t help that there was a crash last week. We were going to be on the train for at least eight hours. It was everything I could do just to sit still and the constant rocking was making me sick.
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She turned her gaze from the window to me. Her deep green eyes smiling into mine. She’s absolutely beautiful. “Are you ok hon?” She asked. I shrugged trying to make light of it, “Yeah, just peachy keen.” She rose her eyebrow at me “How come I don’t believe you Pam?” She laughed and switched seats, sitting closely to me. Her arms slid around my shoulder and she pulled me close, the smell of her light perfume filled my nose. She gently pulled my face to hers with her other hand and looked me straight in the eyes. “Is there anything I can do to take your mind off this trip? I really hate to see you like this babe.” With that said, she kissed my lips softly. Her delicate touch sent tingles down my spine. Read more
