LOGINThe clock seemed to be stopped, it wasn't. The thought of going to Yesterday's after work was wearing on my mine. The last time I went there I got so drunk that I had to be helped to the car. Not tonight, I hope that Janet meant it when she said Mark wanted us to go to his house after the club.I had met Janet on the job. We worked on the same line and got to visit while we worked. Since we were both single and were not attached we often went for a drink after work to unwind. If either of us got lucky we made other arrangements for a ride home. Now we shared an apartment to save money, it worked too. When ever one had company the other either stayed out or stayed in their room until the company left. Not that we had a lot of company.Tonight was supposed to be special. Mark had asked Janet about me and then invited us to his place after the club closed. Since we were not working this weekend and could sleep in I had agreed. I was not gonna have too much to drink, I wanted to be in co
My kisses left her mouth and covered her cheeks, her jaw, and as she lifted her throat to me I buried my mouth in the soft skin, kissing, licking, sucking. Hands fumbling I unbuttoned her shirt and knelt before her, lifting her soft full breast to my lips, circling the nipple with the tip of my tongue, kissing and sucking lightly as she hardened and tightened in my mouth. I turned to the other, repeating my attentions, while I rubbed her other saliva-slicked nipple between my thumb and forefinger. She was gasping now and moaning, her hands bracing herself between the sink and table. “Dare I?” I thought, and cupping her breasts in each hand, my thumb caressing the tight nipples, I began to kiss down her tummy to her navel. Circling it, I flicked my tongue against the top, then the bottom, then slid my tongue hard inside it. Her moans intensified, urging me on, and I slid her shorts down to the ground. She put her hands on my head and stepped out of them, then pulled me closer to h
We chatted a bit about teaching, students, shared a few stories, and then pulled up a long driveway to an old home with a wide porch. She parked the car on the driveway, got out and led me up the stairs. I held the screen door as she pushed the unlocked door open. “One of the pleasures of country living!” she said as she walked towards the back of the house. I could see the sitting room to my left, with its old upholstered formal furniture and tables, old frames and older pictures on the wall. I watched her also as she walked, and must have imagined the little swing in her hips. A nice round bottom I’d love to get my hands on – damn I had to stop thinking like that. I followed her past the dining room table, with a silver case and old wood sideboard. The things in the house spoke of ancient refinement, and as she slid the pocket door open to the kitchen, I again admired the soft curve of her ass. I just couldn’t help myself.“C’mon in here and set down” she said, that faint accent a
“C’mon, I’ll drive you down there, and then let’s see if we can’t put something on those cuts” she said. She motioned me to an old ’69 Ford Country Squire station wagon, parked a bit off the road and near the edge of the gorge. “I was just out here enjoying the scenery myself when I saw you having some trouble down there.”I piled into her car and we raced down the road, stopping now and then so I could get out and look for the raft. Finally, about a mile down, I saw it, overturned, caught in a jumble of branches on our side of the river.“You wouldn’t have a rope, would you?” I asked. “Of course, honey. I was a Girl Scout, you know, and I am ALWAYS prepared,” she laughed. Sure enough, she took me around to the back of the station wagon, and after rummaging through a few things, produced a coil of thick rope. I scrambled down the embankment, my chest and shoulders burning now in pain, managed to grab and tie the raft, and began my ascent. I suffered not a few more scratches as I wor
It was late in the summer, and I’d been working construction along the LeHigh River, not far from Fontana Dam. A former teacher, I had become used to the cycle of nine months of inside work and three outdoors. This year, my marriage was suffering a bit more than usual as I’d taken a job that separated me from my wife and family but brought in the income needed to support them. I lived on the per diem, stayed in company housing, and sent my salary home. My needs were few – cigarettes, a few beers on the weekend, some good reading material and, just once in a while, renting a raft for a trip down the river. This was an especially bright day, the water higher than usual from the recent rains. We were awaiting new materials and had just been told that it would be at least a day before they’d deliver the steel supports we needed. While I could have spent the day at the job site and drawn my pay while chatting and doing odd jobs, I felt better about taking the rest of the day off and seei
“I want you to suck them hard Steve“, she said, but I had already started in on them with my mouth like a new born baby would do to its mother. "Oh yes... Yes yes yes, Steve Yessssssss" she moaned calling my name over and over and over again.I squeezed them both together with my hands and sucked from one to the other in rapid succession, listening to her groaning and feeling her hands on my zipper and quickly in my pants. I felt her squeeze my cock hard and the sensation made me bite down hard on her left breast which made her jump in painful pleasure and hold on to my cock that little but harder. I could feel her getting more excited and more aroused by the second and she was rushing with her actions now. "God, this feels so good, Steve. Don't stop... Do you hear me? Don't stop doing what you're doing... Oh Fuck yesss" Fucking hell, she was a screamer. And a talker... And fir some reason that singular thought got me even harder. She let go of my cock and started trying to pull her
I respond eagerly, my lips parting to welcome his tongue. Our kiss is hungry and passionate as if we’ve been starving for each other all along. His hands explore my body, tracing the curves of my hips and waist. I moan into his mouth, my hands gripping his shoulders, pulling him closer.“You have
The sheets were cool under my back, but his body was a furnace pressing me down. Ryan’s weight was everywhere, his hands never still, his mouth marking me like I was already his. Each bite, each kiss, each scrape of teeth told me I wasn’t leaving this bed untouched.I arched up into him, desperate
First of all, I never planned to have an affair or an office romance with my boss. I never wanted to cross that line no matter how I felt, no matter the sparks that were ignited whenever we were near each other. But the thing with sparks like that is that they always found a way to explode at the
Ryan's POV:The bass of the club music was already hitting me in my chest before I even pushed past the doors of the club. I was immediately hit with the intense heat, sweat, and flashing lights... Beautiful. Absolutely great!! This was my kind of hunting ground. I wasn’t here for small talk or co







