Melissa was good, and she knew it. She was ten years out of the Academy where she’d graduated with the second highest rating for a woman, ever. She was also, ninth overall in the Academy’s training records at Quantico. She’d been the principal investigator on many high-profile cases involving nearly everything including racketeering, robbery, forgery, the white slave trade, accounting and Wall Street. Fortunately, her prowess and the information she provided were so good that she’d only been required to testify in court twice, and at each of those times it was in secret Grand Jury proceedings. Her name and picture had never been in the news. (more…)

It’s December 23rd and we’ve decided to get a fresh Christmas tree this year. There’s a Christmas tree farm in the snow-covered mountains of Colorado, not far from where we live.

The snow crunches beneath our boots as we search for the perfect tree. Several families are also looking for trees. I slip my mittened hand in yours as we inspect the trees. A couple of kids playing “tag” rush by us nearly knocking me off my feet. You steady me and put your arm around my waist, holding me close to your side. After a little while, I feel your hand slip into one of my back pockets and give my ass a squeeze. I lightly pinch your side in response. (more…)

We had been making out for the last thirty minutes and both of us were naked as Jaybirds. I gently broke our impassioned embrace and guided you to a prone position on the bed. I am to your right and I get on my knees. I lower my face to your right breast and gently suck your nipple into my mouth. I use both hands to massage your breasts as I run my tongue around your upright nipple. Slowly I open my mouth wide and suck as much of your tit in as I can. You moan as I continue to massage your other breast. Slowly I let you have your tit back and before moving to other parts, I flick my tongue back and forth over your nipples several times. Then I gently slide my face, just barely touching your skin, down to your stomach. As my tongue slides about your bellybutton you giggle and squirm. I continue my downhill slide until my hot breath blows across your pubic mound. (more…)

“Thanks so much to Angel Love for editing this for me.

(This story is a continuation of my previous two stories: ‘Amber Conquers’, and ‘Sandi and Ashley are Great Teachers’)”

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Landscapers come across a lot of people in the course of their day. I had certain customers that I just loved to take care of. I would look forward to three of my weekly customers in particular. The hot months were the best because, obviously, girls dressed in a lot less. Oddly enough, my three favorite customers had pools. Ashley had a pool and we had a lot of fun in it, but Jessica was another. Regardless, during the hot days, I could count on Jessica lying out to get a tan. On the better days, she would have friends over and I could swear that she did it just to tease me. (more…)

Leslie sat on the couch and looked at her living room. It was gorgeous. It had been beige when she moved in, but she was not a beige sort of girl. She had selected a beautiful shade of apricot, and painted the place herself. It had been a lot of work, work which she did not particularly enjoy. She had had to skip part of the wall behind her entertainment center, it was just too awkward to move. But that was her little secret. The room had ended up looking great, so much better than beige. It lifted her spirits to come home and bask in its color. (more…)

Jagdeep was drunk, and indeed, my own head reeled with the effects of the wine. The empty bottles stood in mute testimony to our over-indulgence. I sat rather numbly in the armchair facing the settee, watching Jagdeep let him fondle her generous bosom, his hand moving beneath her loose fitting blouse. Her cheeks were flushed and her large dark eyes glazed with a heady mixture of lust and alcohol.

“You really shouldn’t be doing this…” she slurred. Then giggled, her head falling forward to study the rhythmic motions beneath the front of her blouse. (more…)

Traci still couldn”t believe that a fabulous guy like Tommy Harper would want to take her to the small beach by the isolated lake near campus. She was an eighteen-year-old freshman and he was a junior, almost twenty-one. They both ran on the cross-country team and had quickly become friends. Well, OK, they were more than that. And tonight Traci hoped to once again feel his thick cock deep inside her.

Tommy had told her about the old cabin, the woods and the lake few people seemed to know was even there. But, this was the first time they”d had a chance to get there together. Despite Traci”s anger over thinking about how many other girls Tommy may have had on the beach, she was glad to be there with him. (more…)

There were only eight people at the shower, the bride, the matron of honor and the six brides maids. The male strippers/dancer had been hired at the last-minute when we found out there was to be a female stripper at the groom’s bachelor party. The customary bridal shower gifts and games were rapidly dispensed with to increase the time allocated for the dancer.

He arrived promptly at 9 P.M. Boy, was he handsome. Tall and muscular, with long black hair, wide shoulders trim thighs and hips and a stomach the looked as hard as a rock. He was so pretty that I was afraid he was gay, but to my pleasure, I later found out that was not the case. (more…)

“No. Not there. A little higher. More. Yes, there. That’s good. Go on.”

Carole sighed gently, widened her legs to allow the girl’s fingers deeper access, lifted her pelvis to intensify the pressure of the lapping tongue. Then there was silence for a long while until a single elongated word - “Yesss” - followed by a slow relaxation marked Carole’s orgasm.

The girl stood and straightened her maid’s uniform. “Will that be all this time? Does Madame require - ”

“No thank you, Martine. You were very good. It will be enough for today. You may go.” Martine bobbed her head in acknowledgement and left the bedroom. (more…)

I had to get there in a hurry, driving just wasn’t an option, although I enjoyed driving my sport car that purred along the highways at top cruising speed. This time, with no time to spare I ordered a private jet to take me to my destination. I arrived at the landing field, parking my silver Porsche in the Executive Managers garage and moments later I was sitting on board my flight. I was on my way, yes, I was going to make it. This was going to be a sweet deal when I got the contract was signed. But I was expecting that not everything would go smoothly, but there were always small obstacles and details that needed to be cleared before any contract was signed. It was business, so it was nothing unusual. At least I would have time to eat something before meeting with the representatives, and I found that it was always easier to deal with business issues with a full stomach. (more…)