It was a cool spring night. As we started our drive home, a fine mist of rain started to fall upon the windshield of our car. My lover leaned toward me, kissing me gently on the cheek and then rested her head on my shoulder. We had just left our favorite restaurant and were just enjoying each other's company. It was her thought that we were heading home. As our car passed under the streetlights, I watched the shadows travel across her beautiful legs and then over her smooth, soft chest. She was dressed in a short, black mini skirt with a high slit over her left thigh. I could occasionally catch a glimpse of the diamond-trimmed garter she was wearing. Her heels were spiked with a gold tip and fringe that swayed off the back of her heels as she walked; she wore only a black jacket, with a lace, push up bra beneath. The jacket allowed me a beautiful view of her body. Her eyes were closed, and the car was silent as we presumably traveled home.I stopped the car in front of a closed pool

You have a slightly difficult relationship with Ashley’s friend Daniella. This is due to the fact that you desperately want to fuck her, and she knows it. She discovered your feelings a while ago when she caught you wanking into a pair of her panties. For some reason, this did not endear you to her. These days her attitude toward you is a mixture of pity and contempt, but that doesn’t stop her prick-teasing you mercilessly when your wife isn’t around.You’ve tried to suppress your feelings for the sake of your wife, but you find yourself thinking about Daniella all the time. In fact, you’ve become obsessed with seeing her naked. She’s got a beautiful big round ass that you’d love to squeeze and spank.One day Daniella catches you trying to sneak a peek up her skirt. She rolls her eyes.“Did you get a good look, Chris?” she teases. She quickly checks that no one else can see, then bends over, tugging up her skirt to reveal her panty-clad bottom. She reaches around and gives one cheek a

The truck that backfires in front of Jeff’s window rudely ends his slumber, and as his head falls back into his pillow he gives vent to a sincere wish that its owner might experience everlasting torture in hellfire for their transgression. He sleepily turns over to check his phone, resigning himself to the acknowledgement that the sunlight streaming through his window will not let him go back to sleep. Turning off his alarm, he unplugs his phone and lets it fall to the bed. Through the wall, he can hear water running, an indicator that his girlfriend, Tia, is still in the shower. Without cause to get up, he welcomes the opportunity to stay under the covers, enjoying the sensation of soft fabric against his body.Once again, Jeff curses the rude awakening that the truck has given him, robbing the last few minutes of his rest. He had been having such a good dream too. You and he had been watching a movie, he can’t remember which, and he is pretty sure aliens had come to steal your popc

I swim at an outdoor pool every day, here in Tel Aviv. I'm an architect working for myself, so have time to choose when I swim, and that's usually midday or a little later at around two, so I can get a morning's work done. I'm friendly with a few people at the pool and make the usual small talk, but it's mostly a short stay in the sun, a two-kilometer swim, and then back to the office for a light lunch and back to work. Last Thursday, my schedule was really changed, and here's the reason why. I was sitting in the sun for fifteen minutes pre-swim, checking some messages on my phone, which isn't easy to do in the sun, its rays reflecting off the small screen. A woman took a chair near mine. I hadn't seen her before and understood that she was a visitor rather than one of the members.She wore a one-piece costume, which I always find attractive, cut high over the hips, and had the body of a regular swimmer. I'm fifty, in good shape, as I swim every day. I think she was perhaps a few year

Beth was a 25 year old French Canadian figuring skating coach at the rink I worked at when I was 21. She came from money, and spent her entire youth chasing an Olympic dream she never realized, but it produced an amazing athletic body. I watched her for a few weeks, wondering what her story was, when my friend Jim said he knew she liked me. That’s because he was hooking up with Meg, a 28 year old, married skating coach, and she told him. The 4 of us went to lunch one day and there big time sparks, despite one minor detail, Beth was engaged to a rich guy from her hometown in Canada. Their families were the type that made sure blue bloods married each other. Her fiance worked about 30 minutes away, and I eventually found out that she lived the excitement of possibly getting caught by him.A few nights later Beth came with me to a bar after my hockey game, then back to my tiny 1 bedroom apartment. She asked if I would be willing to just do oral, at least for a while, and maybe sex down