All Chapters of Steamy Dreams (Erotica Collections): Chapter 311 - Chapter 320

And that did it, I had enough of the spoiled brat's attitude. I was enraged, and my brain wasn't able to catch up with my mouth before I spoke."No need to do that, Isla, I will call Roger to cancel the contract. I can not and will not proceed with your thoughts of hellish dining, I quit!"I turned from her and started loading my samples into my case, and once packed, I closed the case and as best as I could stormed out of there, wheeling the case down the crude ramp of what could be the elegant hotel and loaded it back into my SUV. I slammed the door and got inside.That is when the tears broke. I started my car and drove away.I sat in my office, crying. Marni was there, standing next to me. She offered her support in agreeing with me that a matte brown yuck didn't belong on the walls of the restaurant, and certainly didn't match the elegance of the porcelain tile floor."I can't do it Marni, that brat, she is," I paused, "was so demeaning and rude ..."In the background, the phone

From left to right was the pale gray-white, it was for maximum brightness. Next the cool light gray with just a hint of blue giving it a slightly warmer color. Last was the warmer grainge, the compromise darker beige color. My intention was to give Isla the spectrum of light, not just the endless void of her chosen darkness.On a makeshift workbench, I laid out the tabletop samples. The elegant honed-white marble, then a really dramatic dark darker quartz gray with its white veining. This was the first nod to her. The last was more dramatic and the one I preferred. The marble was a true dark purplish, it was nearly black with a tiny bit of near gray veining.I stood back, arms crossed, letting the silence of the construction site settle the tension in my chest. A shadow fell across the floor.Isla walked in. She was predictably clad in black. I looked up and saw she had chosen a severe black turtleneck, very loose black pants. They almost looked like cargo pants, without the side pock

At my mature age of mid-40s with a bit chubby stature I don’t mind my heavy breasts bouncing when I walk or move around and most people feast on my treasure with their eyes. I love it when traveling on crowded metro train. I love being pushed up against unknown persons male or female. The women would give me a pleasant smile of appreciation or a simple annoyance.Men would turn around and see with awe my 40D boobs of mine encased in my fitted bra! The bold ones would get closer to touch them; I allow them while I enjoy the physical pressure of their upper body. If I fancy any of them, I would look at him in the eye and smile to see his reaction more. Some do not waste any time to be closer to mine as our bodies brush against each other seductively.I can feel their cocks growing hard against my belly. Such a feeling makes me horny in no time and my pussy wet. Unhindered, I move further and push myself hard against them until my large erect nipples rub against their chest and I feel th

I was on solo hiking tour to Vietnam and that evening ended up in a remote village. I sought for shelter in a local dingy hotel run by some attractive chubby women aged around 40s. They wore no bra and one could see their juggling boobs at ease. I had good food with local liquor and went to bed. I could not sleep and those mature women were lingering in my mind - I love mature pussies!! At mid-night suddenly a woman inquired whether I needed anything for the night. Yes, I did need something – sex with a mature woman. I told her so… if she could do something about it. She went out but returned after sometime with bare upper body sporting nice modest boobs with little sag. Her short skirt showed her butt line with nothing on underneath! My violent erection towered through my boxer. I pulled her close to me and kissed her deep while she took off my boxer to feel my hardness. I turned her around so that she was on her knees resting her hands and head on the edge of the bed exposing the

It was just after midnight when my mother was woken from her sleep. My step-father had been away on business and now he returned early and burst into the bedroom and turned on the light.My mother woke with a start “Willard!! What are you doing?”Willard looked around in haste “Where is she? Where’s the brat hiding?”Mummy looked at the clock “By Brat, do you mean Candy?”Dear daddy looked in a few rooms including my bedroom “Yes I mean Candy”Wanda Von Krupp got out of bed and walked up to Willard. At six feet tall she overshadowed Willard by a good four inches. Willard took a step backwards as mother approached him and she smiled “My daughter Candy is at a music concert with her friends..satisfied you can’t find her?”Willard appeared to melt as she towered over him “Wanda, it’s just that she has this sex compulsion and with that incredible body and beautiful face she can get laid easier than almost anyone else. How can you be sure she hasn’t fucked half the people at the concert?”