Cosplay Beth: Part 1 My first time with Cosplay Beth. By Thintri - listen to the podcast at Steamy Stories. She stood there, waiting impatiently for the delicious meat to slide into her eager hands. She looked forward to having it in her mouth later, I could tell. She continued to caress her belly and nibble on a fingernail as she waited impatiently. She stood around 5'4" in her Converse sneakers. She wore a black pair of boot-cut jeans and a gray tee that read “Never tell me the odds!” and had a set of red, tumbling dice and a star-fighter with four wings in the shape of an “X” sitting above a plate held up by a small plastic pole. The tee was super tight around her breasts, but I didn’t notice any bra lines. I would guess she was a 36C or D. Her hips were just as wide and her ass complimented her full hips and busty chest. Her hair reminded me of that Scottish Disney movie princess, all wild and fire red. Her skin was extremely fair, like she would to burst into flames if she stepped outside. She didn’t look much older than the drinking age, a good decade or more younger than me. Another adult millennial in the big city. “Seventy Three!” She pounced and grabbed the too thick package and examined it in her suddenly small hands. Her eyes were as wide as saucers and you could almost see saliva well up in the corner of her mouth. I needed to step in before she made a terrible mistake. “Excuse me. That’s my Butt.” I said. “I beg your pardon?!” She responded incredulously. “Seventy Three?.. Your holding my Boston Butt.” I said, holding the ticket for her to see. “Oh, right. I’m sorry. I’m in a different world today.” “You actually look really hungry. Are you going to have time to cook or are you going to eat something raw here in the store? I’ll have that Butt now.” I said holding my hands out. “Your butt is so big! Erm… I mean…” She said as she handed it over and I placed it in my cart. “Yeah, What’s a bachelor going to do with all this food, right? I’m actually hosting a game night for my friends tomorrow. There will be seven of us total. Eight, if you’d like to have a taste of this Butt.” I said making “Butt” sound more like an actual innuendo this time. “T.J.” I added, extending my hand. “Beth. Pleased to meet you, T.J. What’s that stand for?” She said, shaking my out-reached hand in a delicate manner. “Thaddeus Junior. ‘Thad’ sounds too douchey.” “What do they call your father?” “Thad…” I said, rolling my eyes sheepishly. “But he’s too old to even pretend to act like a douche. He would have no idea where to start.” “Oh, well that’s good. I bet he showed you how to be a real gentleman.” She said with a slight giggle in her voice. “He showed me how to rub a butt properly, that’s for sure.” “Pardon?!” She said eyes wide again. “Barbeque… dry rub? A good rub down and then moisten it up later.” “Oh, yeah… Right…” “So… Wanna come over tomorrow and join my party? You’d even out the group.” “I don’t see why not. Could be fun, right?” “Splendid! That means you’ll have to come over tonight to get your character squared away and maybe help prep for dinner? I promise I’ll feed you tonight, too. I have flank steaks marinating.” “Oh, I don’t know…” “You’ll have my address and you can tell all of your friends where you’ll be. There’s even a doorman and a security camera in the lobby.” “Oh. That sounded well-rehearsed. Invite a lot of ladies home, do you?” She asked suspiciously. “No ma'am. I just want your mind at ease.” I lied with my hands up in a disarming manner. My response was also rehearsed, but it worked like a charm. “Tell me about the marinade.” She said slowly, squinting her eyes and nodding her head up at me. “It’s a lazy meal night. It’s just a store bought Italian dressing, but I add some of this and that. I was thinking maybe use my indoor grill or broil them. Do you have a preference?” I said trying to sink the hook in deeper. I’m not going to broil a steak. That’s ridiculous. “Grill it!” “Agreed. So I’ll see you at 6:3

Communication Can Be Nonverbal.  by Fugman.  - listen to the podcast To be perfectly honest, our sex life has been kind of stale lately. Between work, the kids, and other obligations, by the time we get to go to bed, we are both exhausted and not in the mood to be intimate. One night not too long ago, I kissed Tammy goodnight and went to sleep, she was reading on her phone. We shared the ‘I love yous’ and I quickly faded out. Several times in the past as Tammy reads her romance books, she’ll wake me up for some play time, but that hasn’t happened in a while. This one night, I heard something and slowly opened my eyes. As I slowly adjusted to the darkness, I soon noticed that Tammy was playing with her bare nipple and moaning. I did not want to disturb her, she was literally enjoying herself, so I laid still staring at her naked body. She was pinching her nipple tightly and pulling them, stretching her breasts tall. I slowly tilted my head to see her legs wide open and her fingers playing with herself. I could not take my eyes off if her, her fingers, and I was starting to feel my hardness grow. She took her fingers out of her wetness and I watched as she brought them to her lips and inserted them in her mouth. She moaned loudly, letting me know that she thoroughly enjoyed her own excited juices. I stayed still and silent and watched as her hand slid back down and her fingers disappeared back inside of her vagina. They slowly vanished inside of her and she moaned again, and everytime she played with her clit, her moans got louder. I watched her as she pleasured herself, her fingers sliding in and out of her, occasionally licking them clean before returning down below. The moans were getting louder and louder and I watched as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the feelings that her playful fingers provided. She turned her head towards me and I closed my eyes…a second later I opened my eyes and she was staring at me intently, mouth open as she was about to finish in front of me. With our eyes locked, I watched as she hurdled towards her climax…I heard her fingers sloshing through her wetness, her moans increased in volume and frequency. She was a few strokes from screaming out and I watched her as she tried to keep her eyes open and connected to mine. Just as she hit her explosive finish, her eyes opened and she looked right at me. She looked incredible as her orgasm shook her body uncontrollably. Tammy brought her fingers up and inserted them in her mouth again, this time looking directly at me as she slid her fingers in and out from between her lips. “Mmmmm,” she said as slowly withdrew them from her mouth. “Do you want to taste?” She asked, already knowing my answer would be yes. She licked her fingers and slowly slid her hand down her body, pinched her nipple tightly and then continued tracing her fingers down her body. Once she reached between her legs, her eyes closed briefly as her fingers slid inside her already soaked opening. I watched her move her fingers in and out a few times before bringing them to my lips. I kissed them gently then wrapped my lips around her fingers and pulled them inside my mouth. My tongue swirled around her digits and tasted every drop of her juice that I could. Her eyes watched me intently as she slowly withdrew her fingers. “Mmmm, baby, I love the taste of you,” I said, “I want more.” As I said that, I slid my body out form under the covers and moved down the bed. As soon as my head was near her privates, I could smell her aroma, the scent drew me in. As soon as my tongue touched her upper thigh, she moaned, her heart was already pounding in anticipation And I did not keep her waiting. My tongue slid down her thigh and I tasted her from the source. Her hands grabbed the back of my head and pulled me deep between her legs. My tongue slipped inside of her lips as I heard her moan again. I had to fight her grip to raise my head slightly, “mmm, straight from the source!” As I moved back in and my to

Meg meets someone new at a wedding.  by Willow Bennett’s - listen to the Podcast on Steamy Stories Meg sipped her lemon drop and smiled as her cousin Kirk joined her table. She hadn’t seen him in over a year, since he lived in California and she lived in Massachusetts. Weddings were always welcome, because she got to see him. She’d been trying to convince him to move to the east coast for years, but he loved the year-round sunshine in California. They were the last single cousins, and as Meg’s family members kept having children, she felt like she had less in common with them. Kirk was the only one who she could talk to honestly. “Pictures seem to be wrapping up,” Kirk said. They had just taken their big family picture with all the aunts, uncles, and cousins. Now their cousin Sophie was posing with her new husband, Raymond, outside the wedding hall. It had been a little rainy that day, but the weather had cleared enough to take pictures on the damp lawn. Meg was glad the pictures were almost done. She’d nibbled some cheese and crackers, but her stomach was ready for dinner. People began trickling to their seats, and someone dimmed the lights. The music changed and the bridal party started walking in. “You think I have a shot with her?” Kirk asked Meg as a groomsman and bridesmaid entered arm in arm. The wedding colors were red and plum. The bridesmaids wore long purple dresses with a halter top. The men wore red vests and bow ties. “I thought she brought a date,” Meg said. Another pair walked in. “He’s cute,” Meg said. “No wedding ring.” Kirk chuckled and looked over the bridesmaid. They had played a version of this game at Meg’s sister’s wedding, but this time, Meg wouldn’t feel weird hitting on a groomsman. If she had hit on one of her brother-in-law’s friends, she would have to hear about it at every family gathering. Kirk, however, had made out with one of her sister’s friends after a few drinks. The music changed to I’m Yours by Jason Mraz as Sophie and Raymond walked in. Sophie, always beautiful, looked stunning with her blonde hair curled in ringlets. Her white lacy skirt trailed behind her as she walked. “Now introducing for the first time as a married couple–Mr. and Mrs. Hudson,” the DJ said. Meg glanced in the corner where the DJ stood in the shadows, and she almost spit out her drink. It had been over five years, but she knew that face, the square jawline, long eyelashes, narrow nose. Even though she couldn’t see him closely, she remembered his mint green eyes, his long fingers, the taste of his lips. She must have been staring at him for too long, because as Sophie and Raymond danced, Alex looked up from his equipment and saw her eyes fixed on his. Meg lowered her eyes and looked away, blushing. She focused on her cousin and Raymond, swaying on the dance floor, but she felt Alex continue to look at her. After dinner, the dancing started. Meg and Kirk both went to the dance floor. Meg had been watching the groomsmen at dinner, and she focused her energies on one who didn’t seem to have a date. He was tall, with short, dark hair and blue eyes. After a few songs, Meg managed to dance just with him. He was emboldened by the music and the look in her eyes, and he put his hands on her waist as they danced, touching the silky material of her blue knee-length dress. As another song came on, she said, “My name’s Meg,” over the music. “Luke,” he said. She had remembered his name from the introductions earlier. After a few more songs, they went out onto the deck of the dance hall to get some fresh air. Meg held a glass of champagne and Luke sipped a beer. “You’re related to Sophie, right?” Luke asked her. “Yeah, we’re cousins,” Meg said. “She has a big family.” Meg nodded. She had a lot of cousins, and the whole family was close. Most of them lived in New England, and she was able to attend christenings, graduations, and birthday parties. She knew other people barely saw their families, but she liked the closeness. “It was a

Just another (not) normal day at work. by IwishIweredreaming - listen to Podcast Saturdays at work were terrible. It was almost always a pointless day. You’d think it would be an easy day since it’s only a four hour shift, but you would be wrong. Most Saturdays we would only have four cars scheduled and it was almost always just inspection or oil changes. Which would generally leave either a two to three hour gap at the end of the day which always dragged on. Or the cars would be spaced out by a half hour or so and there was still a long gap at the end of the day. In either case it was a long four hours to sit there staring out the window. There usually isn’t even any eye candy to stroll by the parts window. The Saturday shift just plain sucked. When David got to work that morning he went through his normal routine of logging into his computer and signing into everything. After he was all signed in, he walked across the breezeway to the service department to see who was working that morning. He was happy to see it was Zelda. Zelda was a perky twenty-something who most likely got hired primarily because of her looks. She was right around five and a half feet, with dirty blonde hair that when out of it’s normal sloppy bun reached down to the middle of her back. She was very petite and David guessed she was maybe one hundred and ten pounds. She had these perky B cups that the tight fitting uniform shirt she wore accentuated perfectly. Today she was wearing a pair of black yoga pants that lifted her tiny round peach of an ass even higher. David, being forty one and divorced never really gave her much of a second glance since he assumed she would never go for a guy like him. Plus he never liked to shit where he ate. He had learned the hard way when he was much younger that getting into a fling at work is just a big mistake. David walked through the automatic doors and stood at the counter. “Morning’.” He said, throwing her a small, sideways smile. “Good Morning!” Zelda said in her normal happy tone. “How are you today Davey?” She continued, throwing him a big toothy grin. “Aww, ya know, normal old guy stuff. I creak and pop when I stand up, especially this early in the morning.” “You aren’t that old. What are you, thirty eight? Maybe nine.” “I’m forty one,” he said with a low chuckle. “How many do we have on the schedule for today?” “Um, four. One oil change, one inspection slash emissions, and two buff and shines.” “So, I get to pull one little oil filter today. So glad I got up at the ass crack of dawn for this.” David said as he started to walk towards the door to go back into parts. “Awww, yeah, but then you wouldn’t be here with me silly!” She said as she leaned slightly over the counter. When she rested her elbows on the counter he couldn’t help but notice that her shirt must have caught on something because it was pulled down and her left breast had popped up and he could see her nipple. He felt his dick tighten ever so slightly in his tight boxer briefs. “Yeah, I guess not,” he said as he walked through the doorway. Once back inside the parts office he adjusted his dick as he sat down. He still had the image of that perky little tit on his mind. She had the tiniest, cutest little nipple with barely any areola. The soft pinkness of it was a stark contrast to the tan tone of her breast, and the rest of her body for that matter. Clearly she either went to a tanning salon or sunbathed topless. He wondered if she had no tan lines down below and his cock stiffened a little bit more. He adjusted it by grabbing it and moving it to lay against his right leg. When the fabric of his boxers slid across his cut cock it felt so good and he felt a drop of precum form. Why the fuck am I so damn horny all of a sudden? He asked himself. Get your shit together David. You are at work and she is almost half your age. He was snapped out of it by a car pulling into the service drop off area. The squeal of the tires on the polished concrete grate

A Furtive Affair  - listen to the Podcast At Steamy Stories Lifelong friends seal the deal I was seven years old when our next door neighbors had their first baby. They named her Eden and she was your typical bouncy baby girl but maybe a little on the light side at just under five pounds. By the time she was three she’d been in and out of doctor’s offices with growth problems and eventually she was diagnosed with a variation of Turner Syndrome. For the most part it meant that Eden would be a smaller person but it also manifested with a severe scoliosis. Meaning her back was twisting. The treatment was a very restrictive back brace that she’d wear through to adulthood and the once bouncy baby became quiet and withdrawn as the pain inflicted by the brace affected her personality. She could never get comfortable and was always lacking sleep and her parents were at their wits end. Their beautiful baby girl was tearing their marriage apart. One fine Friday Eden’s parents needed to take an evening off so they left her in the care of my family. We had a decent enough time with the little girl but as the night wore on she was getting tired. I was reclining on the couch and Eden crawled up on me, laid herself down on me with her belly against mine and where she was finally comfortable she slipped into a deep sleep. I knew how important this was, and I put aside my own selfish concerns to let the girl sleep. By the time her parents arrived after 10pm both Eden and I were fast asleep. My mother told me that Eden’s mother cried at seeing her daughter sleeping peacefully, and it was decided to leave the two of us until the morning. In due time Eden was taking naps with me almost daily. It wasn’t uncommon for her to stay overnight on the couch with me so she could sleep. Her parent’s marriage situation improved and they had a second baby girl who was perfect in every way. Over the years I saw Eden as ‘my’ girl and when I left for the Marines my eleven year old girl cried. But with her back being in better shape due to the brace treatment she didn’t need me as much as before. Or so I thought. It was eight years before I returned to civilian life and came home to stay. It’s not like I didn’t get leave every now and again but with the war it was hard to get leave and make the trip home. As fortune would have it I made it home in time for a very cold and snowy Thanksgiving holiday. As a result of the Turner Syndrome my Eden was quite the elf. She was very small but with the obvious fullness of a woman. She had an air of calm about her that I found captivating in an entirely new way. Her back problem and the subsequent treatments had blessedly left her with perfect posture and she was also quite elegant and regal in her appearance. It was a bit of a shock to me when I realized that I was kind of smitten with my long time friend. We didn’t have much time to talk in the midst of preparations for the upcoming holiday. Still, we saw each other often enough and smiles and hugs were exchanged almost constantly. Our families came together for what my military mind saw as a joint operation; Thanksgiving dinner. It was a happy and warm dinner and all through the evening I would look in Eden’s direction and see her looking back at me. Due to unexpected guests it was decided at the last minute that I’d be staying over at Eden’s house for the night. I’d sleep on their couch recliner for the night. I’d slept in worse situations so this was really no hardship for me. After doing my usual bathroom duties at home I went over to Eden’s house for the night. I got into my usual night time outfit of a t-shirt and boxers, grabbed a blanket, reclined, and turned on the TV to catch up with the culture. I’d just gotten my toes warm when I heard the sound of light footsteps on the stairs. “Hey.” said Eden. She was wearing a flannel sleepshirt and her legs and feet were bare. I found myself pushing away a sudden flood of improper thoughts. I smiled at her. “Hey, yoursel

The Plant  A green thumb or something else?   by  saddletramp1956 - listen to the Podcast Theresa Hemmings looked at the front of the strange little shop before going inside. She had passed by it every day on her way to and from the bus stop and had always wondered what they sold. She never saw anyone inside and frequently wondered how the place stayed in business. Now that she was on her way home from work for the long weekend, she had some time to spend looking inside. She sucked up her courage, reset her glasses on her nose and nervously walked through the front door, which caused a bell to ring. She looked about and saw mostly antiques and odd-looking knick-knacks, and began walking around stopping to look at various items before moving on. The shopkeeper, a fairly mature woman, looked into the shop to see who had come inside. She spotted the thin, flat-chested, mousy-looking young woman wearing a long dress and a pair of horn-rimmed glasses going from item to item and watched to see where she would land. Theresa looked at a number of items and thought they might look good in her small one-bedroom apartment. They might look good there, she thought, but no one would ever see them, since no one ever bothered to visit. Unlike many of her single co-workers, she didn’t have a boyfriend – or two or three – who would see them or appreciate them. She kept looking and stopped at a strange-looking plant. After looking it over a bit, she decided to move on, but stopped and turned back. Maybe she was seeing things, but it seemed the plant had moved slightly, almost beckoning her to return. The shopkeeper watched, and a smile came to her face. She walked up to the young girl, now inspecting the plant even closer. “I think it likes you,” the shopkeeper said. The young girl looked up at her. “What kind of plant is this?” Theresa asked. “It’s a very rare plant, found only in the deepest jungles of the Amazon,” the shopkeeper said. “How can it like me?” Theresa asked. “That’s not possible.” “Oh, but it is,” the shopkeeper said. “The plant reacts to your pheromones and trust me, it likes you.” Theresa looked at the small, strange-looking pustules on the end of the leafy stalks. “What are these?” she asked. “They kinda look like little penises.” Theresa knew what a penis looked like from her high school sex-ed class, but had never seen the real thing in person. She had heard the girls at work talk about them and how they gave them pleasure, but that was something she had never personally experienced. “Well, in some ways, they are just like penises. If you look closely, you’ll see they even have what look like testicles,” the shopkeeper said. “This is the male of this species and it mates with its female counterpart to reproduce. And they react in many ways just like the real thing. Go ahead, take one in your hand, but be gentle.” Theresa looked nervously at the plant and gingerly took one of the pustules between her thumb and forefinger. It was small, about one and a half inches in length, and soft to the touch. As she touched it, however, it began to get stiff and grew a half inch in length. Shocked, she let go of the thing. The shopkeeper chuckled. “There, there, dear,” she said in a friendly voice that reminded Theresa of her dear mother, now resting in a long-term care facility where she was catatonic most of the time. “Don’t be shy or afraid. It can’t hurt you. Like all living things, it just needs some tender loving care. And like I said, this one likes you.” “How big can these things get?” Theresa asked. “Well, I don’t know exactly, but I have heard of some reaching ten inches in length,” the shopkeeper said. Ten inches, Theresa thought. One of her girl friends frequently bragged that her boyfriend was that big, but she personally doubted it and had no desire to find out for herself. “On average, though, they usually grow to about six or seven inches,” the shopkeeper added. “Do you have one of these plants?” Theresa asked. “Why yes,

Spicing up the intimacy with fantasy fare.  by Fugman for Fugman’s Sexy Stories - listen to the podcast at Steamy Stories My wife and I decided we were going to do something to spice things up in the bedroom. We decided to start writing down our fantasies that we haven’t experienced yet, and let the other read them. So far, some of the fantasies aren’t easy to fulfil without some planning, but we enjoyed the thoughts, the conversations and the steaminess that the letters brought to our conversations, and even just talking about it, has things getting hotter in the bedroom. Some were easier to fulfill and we’ve brought some of them to a hot reality. This is an open letter to my wife about one of my unrealized fantasy. For the longest time I have had this fantasy, it keeps entering my mind and I so much want for it to happen. It’s one of those incredible fantasies that I’ve had in my mind forever, but I have not experienced it yet. I wake up early and as usual, I’m already standing tall and hard. I try to deny the urge, but my hand is constantly finding it’s way to my hardness for a stroke or two. I look over to you and I hear your light snore, and I see your face, eyes closed and I decided to play. I’m getting warmer as my hand pumps up and down and I have to push the blanket off of me. The fan cools my skin quickly but the heat building up below is working against me. I tease the ridge going around the head of my erection and imagine that it is your tongue, your warm mouth teasing me, pleasing me. I push my underwear down and expose myself completely to the cool air in the room. My hand slowly working up and down my shaft, finger sliding in the wetness that is forming on the very tip of me. The more I play, the harder I get, the longer I get. I tickle my testicles as my other hand strokes my shaft, oh how I wish you would take over. I close my eyes as I continue torturing myself, stroking slowly up and down, building up the pressure. My hands feel good, but I really want yours to be on me, teasing, tormenting and carrying me closer to climax. With thoughts in my head of you, my hands working on my tool, I’m getting there. My eyes closed tightly as I’m enjoying my imagination of you taking over my entire body. Suddenly I feel your mouth wrap around the end of my tool, your warm mouth surrounding me as you slowly engulf my erection. I opened my eyes and connected with you as you licked and took my entire length down your throat. My eyes closed again as my head fell back and I enjoyed thoroughly your special treatment. I’ve always loved your mouth and what you do to me, and you were working me expertly as usual. The more you worked, the closer I was getting to finishing, and I had other plans. I pushed you away from my erection and rolled you over onto your back. I kissed you deeply before my lips travelled down to your neck. I pulled your tank top down to expose your nipples and I swirled my tongue around each one leaving them wet with my saliva. I blew gently on each nipple to dry them, and each one of them became hard and stood straight up. I pinched them each and moved further down your body. I grabbed your thighs and moved them open, I pushed your panties to the side and stroked your opening with my finger, you are already wet. I slid my finger up and down, coating my finger and making your breathing more shallow. I placed my finger at your entrance as my mouth came in contact with your clit. I slid my finger inside as my mouth surrounded you and gently sucked, getting a soft moan out of you. I sucked harder as my fingers slid in and out of your wetness. By the time I slid my fingers out of you they were soaked in your excitement. I have always loved the taste of you, and I wanted more, I moved my tongue around and then down into your wetness. My finger and tongue exchanged places as my tongue darted inside, my fingers stroked your button. Teasing it, swirling around as my tongue forced inside as deep as I could reach. You

Lick Me.A man leaves the office, only to find a delightful coworker surprise. By Fugman - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories It was a long day at work, frustrating and annoying, absolutely loved the fact that it was over. I was ready for my 20 minute ride home, and watching some TV to try to relax, then bed. Never in my wildest dreams did I expect what happened next. When I arrived home, there was already a car in my driveway, one that I did not recognize. I pulled in behind the vehicle and went and looked inside to see if I recognized it, but nothing looked familiar. I went to the door to my house and it was unlocked. I went inside and smelled food cooking, a dinner table with two plates, some candles and two wine glasses and a folded piece of paper at the center of one of the plates. When I opened the paper, I saw two words, “dessert first!” I looked around the room, there on the wall, another note. I opened it, two more words…“come now…” I went down the hallway, and in front of the closed bathroom door, another note, “enter me!” I opened the door and was greeted to an incredible sight, Alison, one of the salespeople at my work, completely naked, covered in some kind of white liquid. On her body, just two words, “lick me!” I have never thought anything would ever happen with Allison, she was gorgeous, and I, well…I’m not. No thoughts ever entered my mind, she was way out of my league. Everyone at work wanted her, but to my knowledge, she never gave anyone a shot. I snapped back in to the moment once Allison looked at me and said, “kiss me!” I did not delay and I approached her and grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her to me. My lips pressed against hers as both of us opened our lips to let the other one in. Her hand reached up and grabbed the back of my head, pulling me in deeper to our kiss. I broke our kiss long enough to say, “are you sure?” She looked at me and smiled, “sorry, I was tired of waiting for you to make a move!” She said, “I’ve been into you for a while, you were just too dumb to realize it.” I pulled her close and kissed her hard, passionate and our bodies merged, coating my clothes with whatever this white substance was. She broke the kiss, and she whispered softly in my ear, “dessert first!” She grabbed my hand and slid it between us, and down between her legs. My fingers slid easily between her legs and between the folds of her womanhood. She moaned in my ear, “about time, I’ve wanted this for a very long time.” I bent my head down and kissed her neck as my fingers opened her and dove inside of her. I moved lower to the top of her chest and tasted the white substance, it was whipped topping, lots of it. I tasted the fluffy substance along with her skin. I was intoxicated, and I wanted more of her. My hands moved over her mound, and inserted my finger inside. Taking time to tease her, stroke her button, until I hear her moan again. Then I slid another finger inside, playing in her wetness, making her breathing erratic. She was enjoying my fingers, and I was enjoying the fact that I could give her this kind of pleasure to her. She pushed my hand away and told me to “come now…” And encouraged me to follow her into my bedroom. I followed her naked body, watching as her backside moved away. Her fine naked ass looked incredible as she jumped into my bed and laid down on her back. Allison motioned for me to come join her and I fought the urge to run and jump on top of her. Instead I casually walked over and sat down next to her sexy body. I touched her body as I stuck my finger in the creamy white stuff that covered her. I slid my hands over her body, paying close attention to her breasts, everything but her nipples. My hands fully coated in whipped cream, she grabbed my wrists and pulled it towards her, licking my fingers clean, one by one. Then she grabbed two of my fingers and pulled my hand until two of my fingers were all the way down. She about choked on my fingers, but she slid my hand back and f

Nudist Ranch Weekend.  We Welcome an Old Friend.  Rob and Lacy get reacquainted in the backyard. by RobAnthony53. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. My name is Rob and I live in Pismo Beach along the Central Coast of California. I hang out with my best friend, lover and soulmate, Catherine. We’ve been together for over four years. Lately, due to Covid, we’ve been spending a lot of time naked in her backyard in San Luis Obispo. She has an expansive yard that overlooks grazing land with a wonderful view. The green hills look spectacular when the sun shines and the sky is a translucent blue. She has a nice stone patio and sunken spa out by the back fence. Several chaise lounges face out to the open space. Catherine is, for all intents and purposes, a nudist. She spends most of her time at home in the buff. She has a perfect glowing all over tan from head to toe. This includes her luscious breasts which happen to be Double-D’s sporting four-inch crimson red areole and thick nipples. Her nipples grow to at least three-quarters of an inch when erect, which is most of the time. Last week we were spending a nice leisurely day together when Catherine mentioned that her former next-door neighbor was going to be spending a few days with her. Naturally, we were naked at the time. I had just covered her beautiful tits with a load of cum after a brisk titty-fuck. Catherine loves for me to cum on her boobs. She rubs my jizz all over her mounds as if it’s expensive moisturizer. I digress. Catherine’s former neighbor is Lacy. Lacy and her husband currently live in Austin, Texas. They are on the West Coast this week for a seminar. Actually, they are in the Bay Area. Lacy drove down yesterday by herself which is a wonderful blessing. It means I get to spend the next few days with these two lovelies. Both are sensual and well-endowed ladies. I will be in Boob Heaven for the foreseeable future. I mentioned Catherine’s Double-D’s. Well, Lacy has a beautiful pair of huge, torpedo shaped tits which are capped by dark brown areole. When Lacy was living next to Catherine, the three of us spent a lot of time together in Catherine’s backyard and at a local clothing-optional beach. I’m hoping we can recreate some of our erotic adventures together. I spent the past two days at home, I figured Catherine and Lacy needed a few days to get reacquainted. After all, it’s been almost four years since Lacy and her husband moved to Texas. I arrive at Catherine’s house around 10:30 on Wednesday morning. I see a note on the door telling me to come around to the back. I head straight for the hot tub. I figure the ladies just might pick up where they left off years ago. Namely, a little girl-on-girl tryst with a strap-on dildo. I open the side gate and see two bodies occupying lounges next to the spa. I recognize Catherine on the left and Lacy on the right. Both ladies are topless. Did I mention I was going to be in Boob Heaven? “Hi Darling, it’s so nice to see you. Look who’s here.” Lacy jumps up from the chaise lounge and makes a beeline for me. Those gorgeous tits, like headlights on high beam are headed directly toward me. Lacy wraps her arms around me and presses her body against me from head to toe. Her firm mounds press into my chest and refuse to flatten. “Oh Rob, I’ve missed you so. Catherine promised me we would spend hours and hours together in naked bliss. I can’t wait to get started.” Lacy releases her hold and I kiss her lips softly. I move my lips to her cheek, her neck, her shoulder and down her arm, leaving little kisses and nips along the way. When I get to her hands, I notice her bright red fingernails. I realize she is wearing a bright red thong and her bright red sundress is on one of the loungers. True to her nature, Lacy’s nails match her outfit. I move to Catherine and search for her lips to kiss while Lacy returns to her chaise lounge. I spend several minutes taking in the surroundings. The sun is shining and the sky is blue; not a singl

The Bicycle in the Meadow.  Strangers meet in a country meadow. by GoddessCybele. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. I discovered a meandering path through a forgotten field at the edge of a country road. Lazy insects buzzed about. And why not? The sky was cerulean with wisps of clouds. Nice walking weather… not too hot. I wasn’t prepared for walking or hiking… I only had on a short sundress and sandals…but the scene looked so inviting I had to explore. I took a blanket and water bottle and started down the path. I saw a bike in the far distance. Old, abandoned, or did someone just park it here for a spell? If so, where did the rider go? What were they exploring? As I was working in my barn, I saw the glint of something bright through the dusty window. I poked my head around the corner of the building thru the open door. My stomach did a backflip as I saw a gorgeous woman sensually strolling among the tall grass. I smiled as she discovered the bicycle in the meadow, and watched her throw a well shaped calf over the seat, which she managed to do quite well, despite having a dress on. I figured this was my moment to go greet this beauty as she sat perched on the seat. As l strode up the hill the breeze had billowed her sundress and opened up the bottom. It was plain to see that she had left her panties at home that morning. She saw me glimpse down between her thighs, and casually folded her dress between her knees as to hide her beautiful bald pussy. I said hello, and held out my hand to shake hers as we made our greetings. Our hands found each other in such a way that I instantly knew we would be happy to be near each other. Nice day for a walk, I offered, as I found her beautiful eyes… As soon as he touched my hand I felt… I felt warmth and energy spread from his touch. I felt my nipples react and then my legs started to quiver a bit. I had forgotten I left my panties at home and my thighs and pussy lips tingled. I knew I should pull my hand away but I wanted to draw nearer instead. I didn’t want to let go of this energy between us… and as I looked down at his shorts I saw I was having a positive reaction on him too. Did he see my shaved pussy when the wind gusted briefly? I was embarrassed but also hoping he did. I loved how the skin on his hands felt… and wondered how his skin felt elsewhere. My face flushed at where my thoughts were taking me. I was still on the bike, and I brazenly opened my legs more. Our eyes locked, and a warm smile began to spread across her face. I also noticed that her knees were spreading apart, as if daring me to break our locked eyes and look down to what she was showing me. I leaned in toward my new friend, and her knee contacted my swollen cock through our respective clothing. She knew instantly that her touch was devastating, and I’d not be able to hide my manhood for long. I traced a finger across her thigh and discovered how soft and lovely her skin was. My mind was swimming.. I was stunned by our encounter. I could feel my tip oozing clear. She had to know that she was driving me mad inside of 3 minutes of meeting her. I’d met a magic woman, and I was no match for her at this moment. His eyes were beautiful and I was afraid to become lost in them…kindly yet eager, friendly yet lustful, as if he knew what I looked like undressed. My knee brushed against his growing cock and I leaned into him to feel his manliness against my thigh. His finger caressed my thigh… did he feel me wanting to melt into him… a total stranger who I sensed I’ve known through lifetimes. Someone rare. A sense of urgency came over me that I thought I should hide. A deep desire to make love to him kept invading my thoughts as I tried to appear calm and talk about the weather. I was already envisioning kissing his face, his lips, his shoulders, his chest and then wanting to kneel and pull him in my mouth and taste him completely… By pushing into my eager cock, she had given me a sign. A sign that she wanted to explor