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Sexy Liaison With (Eye) Candy
Fun with sexy single mum makes me envy of other dads.
by BritPop.
Listen to the
podcast at Steamy
Stories
I was dutifully dropping off at the school gate and I was all
ready to make my home. I was in no rush. I had recently split with my wife. She
kept the house and belongings along with a new fella. I had rented myself a
tiny flat, all I could afford. I wasn’t pleased with the situation but I had
brought it on myself by having a fling with a colleague. A one night stand that
had turned into one night too many and we had been spotted. Her husband had
forgiven her indiscretions; my wife had not. Ah well. Back to the tiny, lonely
house as I had a few days off work. I had no plans and no money to spend, even
if I did have anything planned.
“Hi. How are you doing?” I turned around and was surprised to
see one of the other mums, Candy. When their wives weren’t listening, most dads
had nicknamed her “Eye Candy”. However, when their wives WERE around, most dads
kept their eyes averted from this particular mum if they didn’t want to pay the
price later with an ear bashing about ogling. My own wife would be particularly
vocal if she saw me so much as look at Candy’s fabulous, single mum body. Many
a time I had done one double take too many at one of Candy’s particularly
flattering and body-revealing outfits and I had had hours of ear ache about
“eyeing up that slut.”
In fact my initial thought when she spoke to me was panic before
I suddenly realised I was free to let my eyes roam wherever I liked. And my
eyes did like roaming over the white boob tube and very mini mini skirt very
much indeed. She was standing very close and I have never been so pleased to be
a tall man. I got an excellent view down the boob tube at a superb pair. I am
unashamedly a tit man and Candy’s jugs looked to be top of the class. I relaxed
and allowed myself to be flattered that she had chosen to speak to me.
“I was so sorry to hear you had split with your wife. You must
be devastated.”
“Oh…erm…” I quickly tried to drag my thoughts away from those
tan titties and what I would like to do with them. “Oh yeah…well, you know…it’s
been really tough… but we’re trying to…” Man, that was a short skirt. What
delights would I find if I just lifted that hem a couple of inches? “Yeah,
we’re..um…trying to keep everything as civilised as we can…”
“That is such a mature attitude. I really admire you.” She moved
even closer and touched my arm. I could smell her perfume. I could even smell
her shampoo. Better than her smell was the fact that the movement of her arm
towards me caused those boobs to jostle and jiggle slightly. My mouth was
watering. I wasn’t feeling mature - I was feeling like an 18 year old kid
getting hard seeing all the top heavy girls in their bikinis at the local pool.
I cleared my throat to make sure my voice came out normally and
didn’t give away how I was feeling. “Thank you. It helps to talk to someone. I
don’t suppose I can give you a lift home?”
“If you’re sure it would be no trouble?” she replied. None
whatsoever, I thought to myself. It had been a long time since I had enjoyed
female company and I was enjoying hers way more than usual. I also enjoyed the
other dads giving me covert looks of jealousy as I escorted her to my car. The
ones with their wives just gave me quick “Lucky bastard!” glances while the
dads on their own unashamedly stared, wondering how in the hell I had managed
to get myself into a situation where Eye Candy was getting into my car.
I have never felt so glad to have been in the jeep.
“Watch your step up there,” I said.
“Ooooh, I need to get my balance!”
In order to do this, she parted her legs in her high heeled
sandals, reached over and “steadied” herself by holding on to the other side of
the passenger seat. It was an unusual method but, I have to tell you, it worked
for me. It meant that she was a foot up in the air, bending over in a mini
skirt and high heels with her legs apart. I could see her red lace panties, her
very shapely arse cheeks and the bulge of her pussy lips, peeping between her
legs. And she took quite a while to steady herself, wriggling her round arse to
do it. Finally, and to my immense disappointment, she climbed into the
passenger seat and I closed the door.
I walked slowly round to the driver’s seat, trying to get the
contents of my trousers under control. I knew my bulge was visible but no
red-blooded male could have seen that sight and kept his dick under control.
Those panties were a red rag to my bull.
As we drove to her place, we both discussed how lonely it could
be not having a partner in your life.
“There are so many things I miss,” she told me, opening and
closing her shapely legs just a little.
I was sure I wasn’t misreading the messages. Candy was coming on
to me and believe me, I wasn’t going to be playing hard to get. When we got to
her house, I made sure I was a gentleman and raced round to open the door for
her. This time, her legs parted considerably as she swung them round to get out
and I stood well back to give her room. Also of course to make sure I could see
right up that skirt. Mmmmmm, that bulge in those panties suggested lovely
swollen pussy lips If I wasn’t mistaken, I detected a wet patch too. God, I
hoped I was going to get a chance to find out.
She invited me in for a drink and I said I thought I should be
OK for time… Her house was great, with a pool. I was so glad I hadn’t taken her
to mine. She fixed me a cold drink and we sat next to each other on the sofa
and talked some more about how lonely our lives were. She leant forwards a few
times to touch me on the arm - and also give me a great view of those
stupendous knockers.
Finally she went to wash up the glasses. I decided it was time
to make a move and if I got my face slapped, I would chalk it up to experience.
I moved close behind her as she had her hands in the soapy water. I murmured in
her ear that maybe we could help each other with our loneliness. She pushed
back her mini skirt coated arse and rubbed it in a circular motion against the
bulge in my trousers. I needed no further encouragement. I slipped my hands
under the boob tube and slowly lifted it over those titties. The elastic caught
slightly on her nipples making her jugs bounce gently up and down. As I have
said, I have been a tit man all my life but they were the best pair I had ever
seen and all natural.
I dipped my hands in the foamy water then began a slow, slippery
massage of them. When I thumbed her nipples, her knees nearly buckled and she
held onto the sink for support. I continued to indulge myself for a while,
lathering more suds onto those beauties and letting my hands slide all over
them, then lifting them up, feeling their formidable weight and then letting
them drop, soap suds spraying into the air. Finally I turned her round and
suckled each tittie slowly (pleasantly lemon-flavoured from the dish washing
liquid), bringing each teat up to its full potential then licking and flicking
it with my tongue. She had her arms round my shoulders and was moaning and
groaning in my ear, telling me how wet I was making her and I don’t think she
meant the soap suds.
Her hands slid down to my body and unbuckled my belt. She
slipped her small, slender hand inside my pants then led me by my stiff cock
back to the living room and sat me on the couch. She straddled me, staying up
on her knees and slowly fed me one of her titties while she began to massage my
man meat. It felt unbelievably good after so many weeks and I groaned through
my mouthful of tit for her to keep doing it just like that. I was a little
worried I was going to disgrace myself and come as quickly as an 18 year old,
especially when she spat on her hand and continued her slippery, slow pumping.
I let my hand wander up and down each inner thigh, stopping
before I got to her red lace clad honey pot. She was begging me not to tease
her. Little did she know I was trying to get myself back under control before
exploring that cunt that had got my trouser snake moving after one glimpse in
the jeep. Finally, I pulled aside the sodden crotch and was pleasantly
surprised to find a good old-fashioned hairy snatch. Don’t get me wrong, I like
clean shaven as much as the next man but I do like a real woman with real woman
pussy hair. I also like the look of ropes of my ball batter all over it. Her
pink gash contrasted nicely
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Fun with sexy single mum makes me envy of other dads.
by BritPop.
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Stories
I was dutifully dropping off at the school gate and I was all
ready to make my home. I was in no rush. I had recently split with my wife. She
kept the house and belongings along with a new fella. I had rented myself a
tiny flat, all I could afford. I wasn’t pleased with the situation but I had
brought it on myself by having a fling with a colleague. A one night stand that
had turned into one night too many and we had been spotted. Her husband had
forgiven her indiscretions; my wife had not. Ah well. Back to the tiny, lonely
house as I had a few days off work. I had no plans and no money to spend, even
if I did have anything planned.
“Hi. How are you doing?” I turned around and was surprised to
see one of the other mums, Candy. When their wives weren’t listening, most dads
had nicknamed her “Eye Candy”. However, when their wives WERE around, most dads
kept their eyes averted from this particular mum if they didn’t want to pay the
price later with an ear bashing about ogling. My own wife would be particularly
vocal if she saw me so much as look at Candy’s fabulous, single mum body. Many
a time I had done one double take too many at one of Candy’s particularly
flattering and body-revealing outfits and I had had hours of ear ache about
“eyeing up that slut.”
In fact my initial thought when she spoke to me was panic before
I suddenly realised I was free to let my eyes roam wherever I liked. And my
eyes did like roaming over the white boob tube and very mini mini skirt very
much indeed. She was standing very close and I have never been so pleased to be
a tall man. I got an excellent view down the boob tube at a superb pair. I am
unashamedly a tit man and Candy’s jugs looked to be top of the class. I relaxed
and allowed myself to be flattered that she had chosen to speak to me.
“I was so sorry to hear you had split with your wife. You must
be devastated.”
“Oh…erm…” I quickly tried to drag my thoughts away from those
tan titties and what I would like to do with them. “Oh yeah…well, you know…it’s
been really tough… but we’re trying to…” Man, that was a short skirt. What
delights would I find if I just lifted that hem a couple of inches? “Yeah,
we’re..um…trying to keep everything as civilised as we can…”
“That is such a mature attitude. I really admire you.” She moved
even closer and touched my arm. I could smell her perfume. I could even smell
her shampoo. Better than her smell was the fact that the movement of her arm
towards me caused those boobs to jostle and jiggle slightly. My mouth was
watering. I wasn’t feeling mature - I was feeling like an 18 year old kid
getting hard seeing all the top heavy girls in their bikinis at the local pool.
I cleared my throat to make sure my voice came out normally and
didn’t give away how I was feeling. “Thank you. It helps to talk to someone. I
don’t suppose I can give you a lift home?”
“If you’re sure it would be no trouble?” she replied. None
whatsoever, I thought to myself. It had been a long time since I had enjoyed
female company and I was enjoying hers way more than usual. I also enjoyed the
other dads giving me covert looks of jealousy as I escorted her to my car. The
ones with their wives just gave me quick “Lucky bastard!” glances while the
dads on their own unashamedly stared, wondering how in the hell I had managed
to get myself into a situation where Eye Candy was getting into my car.
I have never felt so glad to have been in the jeep.
“Watch your step up there,” I said.
“Ooooh, I need to get my balance!”
In order to do this, she parted her legs in her high heeled
sandals, reached over and “steadied” herself by holding on to the other side of
the passenger seat. It was an unusual method but, I have to tell you, it worked
for me. It meant that she was a foot up in the air, bending over in a mini
skirt and high heels with her legs apart. I could see her red lace panties, her
very shapely arse cheeks and the bulge of her pussy lips, peeping between her
legs. And she took quite a while to steady herself, wriggling her round arse to
do it. Finally, and to my immense disappointment, she climbed into the
passenger seat and I closed the door.
I walked slowly round to the driver’s seat, trying to get the
contents of my trousers under control. I knew my bulge was visible but no
red-blooded male could have seen that sight and kept his dick under control.
Those panties were a red rag to my bull.
As we drove to her place, we both discussed how lonely it could
be not having a partner in your life.
“There are so many things I miss,” she told me, opening and
closing her shapely legs just a little.
I was sure I wasn’t misreading the messages. Candy was coming on
to me and believe me, I wasn’t going to be playing hard to get. When we got to
her house, I made sure I was a gentleman and raced round to open the door for
her. This time, her legs parted considerably as she swung them round to get out
and I stood well back to give her room. Also of course to make sure I could see
right up that skirt. Mmmmmm, that bulge in those panties suggested lovely
swollen pussy lips If I wasn’t mistaken, I detected a wet patch too. God, I
hoped I was going to get a chance to find out.
She invited me in for a drink and I said I thought I should be
OK for time… Her house was great, with a pool. I was so glad I hadn’t taken her
to mine. She fixed me a cold drink and we sat next to each other on the sofa
and talked some more about how lonely our lives were. She leant forwards a few
times to touch me on the arm - and also give me a great view of those
stupendous knockers.
Finally she went to wash up the glasses. I decided it was time
to make a move and if I got my face slapped, I would chalk it up to experience.
I moved close behind her as she had her hands in the soapy water. I murmured in
her ear that maybe we could help each other with our loneliness. She pushed
back her mini skirt coated arse and rubbed it in a circular motion against the
bulge in my trousers. I needed no further encouragement. I slipped my hands
under the boob tube and slowly lifted it over those titties. The elastic caught
slightly on her nipples making her jugs bounce gently up and down. As I have
said, I have been a tit man all my life but they were the best pair I had ever
seen and all natural.
I dipped my hands in the foamy water then began a slow, slippery
massage of them. When I thumbed her nipples, her knees nearly buckled and she
held onto the sink for support. I continued to indulge myself for a while,
lathering more suds onto those beauties and letting my hands slide all over
them, then lifting them up, feeling their formidable weight and then letting
them drop, soap suds spraying into the air. Finally I turned her round and
suckled each tittie slowly (pleasantly lemon-flavoured from the dish washing
liquid), bringing each teat up to its full potential then licking and flicking
it with my tongue. She had her arms round my shoulders and was moaning and
groaning in my ear, telling me how wet I was making her and I don’t think she
meant the soap suds.
Her hands slid down to my body and unbuckled my belt. She
slipped her small, slender hand inside my pants then led me by my stiff cock
back to the living room and sat me on the couch. She straddled me, staying up
on her knees and slowly fed me one of her titties while she began to massage my
man meat. It felt unbelievably good after so many weeks and I groaned through
my mouthful of tit for her to keep doing it just like that. I was a little
worried I was going to disgrace myself and come as quickly as an 18 year old,
especially when she spat on her hand and continued her slippery, slow pumping.
I let my hand wander up and down each inner thigh, stopping
before I got to her red lace clad honey pot. She was begging me not to tease
her. Little did she know I was trying to get myself back under control before
exploring that cunt that had got my trouser snake moving after one glimpse in
the jeep. Finally, I pulled aside the sodden crotch and was pleasantly
surprised to find a good old-fashioned hairy snatch. Don’t get me wrong, I like
clean shaven as much as the next man but I do like a real woman with real woman
pussy hair. I also like the look of ropes of my ball batter all over it. Her
pink gash contrasted nicely
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