We stayed out on beach for a couple of hours, occasionally venturing into the surf. I made sure that our sunscreen was kept fresh. I loved the way her skin glistened in the sun. The older couple gathered their towels and headed back towards the hotel. It was hot and I was feeling sticky from the saltwater. I suggested we move to the pool.

“That”s sounds like a good idea,” said V. “I don”t want to overdo it the first day and ruin our honeymoon.” She started to put on her top.

“Leave it,” I said. (more…)

Brad sat on the floor in his darkened room. Across the narrow side yard that separated their houses, the sheer curtains in Ann’s room were not quite closed, and the light in her room made them almost transparent. Brad waited, patiently.

A few minutes later he was rewarded, as Ann stepped out of her bathroom, toweling her short brown hair dry. Naked, she walked across the room and stopped in front of her dresser. Brad reached down and began gently stroking his penis.

He’d known Ann since they were children and he’d watched her grow up through this very window. They’d never said anything about it, but neither of them had ever gone out of their way to really close the curtains in their respective rooms. Over the years it had become kind of a ritual. On Tuesdays and Thursdays Ann watched Brad. On Mondays and Wednesdays he watched her. The rest of the week it was catch as catch can. Now that they were in college, if they knew each other had come home to visit, they’d alternate nights. (more…)

My name is Scott and this is the story of a very real female. I say female because she wasn”t a girl, nor was she a woman but I got to know her real well. First I need to give a little background.

I moved to Kansas when I was 14. I was used to being a new kid in school since this was my 5th move in 2 states in 9 years. I had learned that the easiest way for a boy to get along at a new school was to find some fairly popular guy and try and beat the shit out of him. That way I could by-pass some tough popular asshole from beating the crap out of me and at the same time not alienate myself from a more popular crowd. (more…)

Sometimes you just need to take a break. It has been four weeks since school has gone back and when I woke up this morning to a glorious sunrise over Port Stephens I decided it was time to have a sickie. I called in at about 7.30 and faxed my lesson plans at 8.30. By then the sun was blasting into my lounge room window and I knew that it would be another hot day. I have numerous beaches to choose from and with the wind coming from the west I decided to go to Hardwood Bay surf Beach.

Hardwood Bay is also one of the more secluded beaches but has all of the amenities needed to enjoy the beach. The new surf club is only two years old and the carpark is shaded and close to the beach. The best part is that it is considered a ‘locals’ beach and the tourists don’t seem to come here. It’s not the peak season anymore and being a Wednesday I was surprised to see two cars in the car park. I grabbed my towel and beachbag and hopped out of the car. The other two cars had ‘P’ plates on them so I knew that some young local kids were at the beach. (more…)

The day dragged on and on. Claire watched as the last few minutes ticked away. She had already organized her affairs and was now just waiting until she could go. It was Friday, so the traffic would be horrible, but at least she had a few days off. She longed to be home in her quiet apartment. Eventually, the clock struck five. She walked briskly down to the parking garage and started her car. She hurried and managed to get five minutes down the freeway when she ran into grid locked traffic. She sighed and turned up the music. (more…)

The ten years between the ages of 15 and 25 are difficult for any girl becoming a young woman. Those years were especially difficult for me for several reasons. I am the product of a “mixed marriage”. My father is Japanese and my mother Swedish. They met when my mother was a dancer in the Ginza section of Tokyo. My father was, at that time, an up and coming young executive with a large Japanese firm. He knew that his marriage to my mother was the end of his career in Japan so they immigrated to Edmonton, Alberta, Canada. My mother named me Ulla and that name is nearly unpronounceable to people who speak Japanese and my family name was Urogataya and that name is nearly unpronounceable to westerners. I am truly a combination of both cultures. I speak Japanese fluently and have my father”s eyes (grey green) and my mother”s long legs, square shoulders and heart stopping upturned breasts. My hair is jet black and my complexion is perfect. I have my mother”s full lips and rounded bottom. All in all, the combination of their genes seemed to work. (more…)

I arrived late, as was becoming more my custom recently. It amazed me how comfortable I had become with me, not needing to be in the center of everything. The calm, the quiet sense of self had definitely grown on me in the past few years.

Looking in the mirror before getting out of the car I could see the difference. The light wisps of grey hair around the temples showed outside what I was feeling inside, I was growing wiser–some may say older, but I knew the truth. Age is a small price to pay for wisdom. (more…)

Scenes from our visit to the Pettersen home played in my mind, flickering like an old classic movie.

It had become evident that Rosita wanted us there to express her rage towards me for what I had done to her husband. Laura stepped in, saying that she had already expressed her displeasure with my actions and suggested they talk in private.

Over the next few days and nights I pieced together what had been discussed as Laura revealed fragments of her conversation with Rosita.

Nighttime was the best time to get Laura to talk. There was something about darkness that made her reveal things, things she would never say if a light bulb was burning anyplace in the house. Darkness insolated us from the outside and united us as if we were one. (more…)

I stand at end of pier 48, a gentle breeze fluttering my earring against my neck. The water looks black at this late hour, and is kissing the piles like one would kiss the cheek of baby. I breathe in the salt in the air; I let it fill my lungs and cleanse my conscious. I stand here still, my eyes closed, just relishing the feeling of cum finding its way to my thigh from my velvet hole. Its sweet smelling, that deliciously sweet aroma that comes only from the hot juice of a woman and the anxiously spilled seed of a man being blended together. It’s like adding honey to tea. (more…)

After talking with him a few times and looking at his simple web page, I decided to go ahead and treat myself to a massage. He was trying to drum up business, and in the hopes of doing so, the first massage was on the house. How could I turn it down? After all, it had been a stressful week, and I was tense, right?

Never having had a “real” massage, I wasn”t quite sure what to expect or what was considered appropriate dress for such a thing. “What do I wear,” I asked, feeling shy and embarrassed. He told me just a robe would be fine, but I could also wear panties if it made me more comfortable. He was very polite and completely respectful of the fact that I was nervous, as I had blushingly admitted my reserve about this experience. (more…)