I was rummaging through the table of clothing at a garage sale and came across a bunch of lingerie, panties mostly. I picked up a pair of skimpy black lace panties just as the owner, a slender woman in her late 30s with short brown hair, stepped into the garage.
As I dropped the panties, mortified, she said, “If my husband liked me in those I wouldn’t be selling them,” she said. I searched for a response. It didn’t come. “I was, uh—” I wanted to get the hell out of there, but she stopped me. “If they’re for your wife and she’s close to my size, I could model them for you so you can see for yourself.” I nodded silently.
She picked up that pair plus one or two others and led me inside. We didn’t stop till we were in her bedroom. She turned toward me with a wicked twinkle in her eyes, and—with me staring in disbelief!—hiked her skirt up to her waist. The panties she was wearing were hotter than those on the table. They were crotchless, and the wet, swollen lips of her cunt hung down through her curly bush. She was wearing stockings, not pantyhose, tan ones.
One of the best things about meeting women at the pool is that you get a good idea what they’ll look like naked before you see them. There’s only a few things they can hide in a swimsuit!
The apartment complex where my wife and I live has a pool, and I’m there almost every day, which gives me lots of chances to check out the women here. A few Saturdays ago a curvy brunette took the lounge chair beside me. I’d seen her before, but not that close up. Inside her very small bikini her breasts stood firm and high. She had nice thick legs, a nicely rounded ass and a plump pubic mound, and her tan was dark and smooth.
After she got settled, she asked if I’d mind putting some tanning lotion on her. Naturally I said it would be my pleasure. She lay on her stomach and undid the straps to her bikini top. There were no tan lines, so it was obvious she regularly tanned topless. Her skin was incredibly smooth.
Since we were lying next to each other, we began chatting. I learned that she was 28, married with no children, and her husband was in sales, which took a lot of his time. I told her I was 30, and also married with no kids. After an hour and a half she invited me to her apartment for a cool drink while she rinsed off. I accepted eagerly.
There was a woman in our office I’ll call Lotus, of mixed Asian and black parentage, which resulted in her having a “china doll” face with dark hair and eyes but a curvy, almost voluptuous body. She’s 36 and married, but I learned that this didn’t stop her from having fun behind her husband’s back.
I was out with friends one night after work when I saw Lotus on the dance floor. She seemed to be in the same business suit that she wore to work that day, but her skirt was a lot shorter, maybe mid-thigh or less. She must have pinned it up or something to draw some male attention. She looked sexy either way, which is a thing I’d never noticed at work due to her modest demeanor, but this was definitely not the same Lotus, not by a long shot.
Anyway, she was dirty dancing between two guys, and their hands were all over her, which was something she really got into as she ground herself against them. At the end of a few songs, I saw her gather her things and leave the club with those two guys, who took turns squeezing her ass on their way out.
A few months ago I got a call from a policeman who’d stopped my 15-year-old son for driving without a license and wanted me to come to the scene. Since I didn’t want my son to end up with a record (he would get plenty of punishment from me!), I decided to try a bit of sex appeal on the policeman. I donned a pair of tight shorts and a sleeveless top that showed off my generous tits, which look really big on my five-foot-two frame.
The cop was a terrific-looking guy in his early 20s. I was afraid I was too old for him, so I was relieved when I saw him checking me out while I pleaded my case. Whether it was my oratory or my body, he let my son off with a warning. I was genuinely grateful.
A few weeks later, I was in a convenience store and noticed a couple of policemen in uniform. I recognized one as the officer who had been so understanding, and went over to thank him again and assure him that my son was staying out of trouble.
“You won’t regret it, Dad,” my daughter said. “Jenny’s going to be very helpful.”
Alice had persuaded me to hire her college friend, who needed to earn extra money for school, to help with the housework, which had been a problem since her mother left us the year before for some guy she met online. I hadn’t taken her leaving well, and Alice became very protective of me, to the point of being almost annoying. But now, with Alice scheduled to go on a monthlong trip on her scholarship program, I really did need help.
When the day came, I drove Alice to the airport, then went to work. Alice had given Jenny a key to our house, and she would come when her class schedule permitted to clean. I hadn’t thought much about it, but when I got home I was impressed with how good the place looked.
Jenny was still there. She asked, “How does it look?”
With my husband overseas in the Army and my daughter recently married and on her own, I’ve been enduring lonely times. Not long ago I got all dressed up to go out. After drinking for several hours, I decided to drive home. I was almost there when I was stopped by a cop. As he was walking to the car, I unbuttoned my blouse and slid my skirt down below my hips.
Before the cop could ask for my license and insurance card, I pulled my blouse apart, giving him a view of my pink lace bra. Since the bra cups are sheer, he was also getting a good look at the silver-dollar-size brown areolae of my breasts. I glanced at his face to see if I was having any effect, and was shocked to see that the cop was a former student of mine named Robert. (I teach high school English.) Now that I was looking at his face, he had his first clear view of mine. When he recognized me, he put his hand on my breast and felt the hard nipple showing through the bra cup.
I saw Robert looking at my black lace-top stockings, hooked to a black garter belt. He leaned in the car window to get a better look at my thick brown bush through the sheer pink lace panties, and smiled as he put his hand in my crotch and felt my hairy cunt.
I baked a pan of lasagna for Perry, a nice young man who lives down the hall from me. He’s a college junior and doesn’t have a lot of extra money, so I make meals periodically to help him out.
When I got there he smiled and let me in. Not knowing I was going to drop by, he was only wearing a towel, as he was about to take a shower. He told me to have a seat and he would be right out. An erotic shiver went through me, something I hadn’t felt for years. (I’ve been a widow for six years.)
I put the lasagna in the refrigerator, then sat on the couch. I was surprised to find a couple of adult magazines mixed in with a stack of books on the end table. I tentatively thumbed through one and was quickly turned on by what I saw and read. Subconsciously, totally oblivious to my surroundings, I raised my dress to my hips and my fingers grazed my panties. I was so involved that I forgot all about Perry—that is until I heard his voice.
After a week of flirting with our new neighbor, plus one or two covert feels of her ample tits and cushiony ass, I was more than ready to fuck her. The next week, on my day off, when my wife was at work and the kids at school, right after Candice’s husband left for work our phone rang and she told me to “come on over.”
Beautiful Candice met me at the door, and before it was shut we were kissing. Between kisses she said, “It has to be quick. I have an appointment in a half-hour.” I said okay, and she asked, did I have a condom? I didn’t. Damn!
“Okay,” she said, “we’ll do it this way.” She turned around and leaned over her kitchen table and flipped her dress up. Her ass looked totally incredible encased in black satin panties, but I soon had them pulled down and she parted her feet as I dropped my pants while rubbing that puffy cunt and ass from behind. There was no lube close at hand, so I grabbed a tub of margarine and used that to lube up.
That evening I went to my friend Corinne’s around six, knowing that neither she nor her mom would be home and her dad would be relaxing in his recliner after a hard day’s work. I opened the door and called out Corinne’s name. Martin called out from the living room that he was the only one there.
I heard the evening news on the TV as I sat my books down and reached under my skirt to adjust my panties so the crotch was pulled into my pussy lips. I had shaved my fuzz last night so when I flashed Martin he’d see my cute bald pussy. I was going to get him today as payback for Corinne not only stealing my boyfriend but fucking my dad. We’d always shared everything, but we were 18 now and this was going too far!
At 18 I married a marine who left for Iraq a month after our wedding. Since neither of us had any family to speak of, I was invited to move in with friends of my husband’s late parents—I’ll call them Leigh and Ian—people he’d known all his life. We got along wonderfully. I love them both.
Soon after I moved in, Leigh had to go stay with her sickly mom, leaving me with Ian. I had a room at the end of the L-shaped house, and ran into trouble one night during a storm when a tree down the lane fell on the power line and knocked out our power. It got cold in my room pretty fast, so I made my way to the bedroom in the section of the house that was kept warm by a wood stove.
I slid into bed alongside Ian, who stirred slightly but didn’t say anything. I curled up and faced away from him. A short time later something hit against my butt, and it didn’t take me long to realize it was Ian’s cock. He was sleeping nude, and when I felt him stiffen a little, I got turned on myself. I gave in to the excitement and rubbed myself, which got me even more excited.