Two life long friends start to explore intimacy together. by D j mac 1031.  - listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories The pool party had been going on for several hours, and it was well after dark, when Amy asked me if I’d wanted to go for a walk in the woods behind the house. She was 18, I was 19, but we’d known each other since we were toddlers,  our families being very close and part of the same church group. The party was to celebrate her high school graduation (I graduated the year before) and was mainly our families along with some of our mutual friends from church and school. As I said, we’d been friends for a long time, but it was only in recent months that things seemed to change between us. Talking about our futures, our questions of what we wanted to do with our lives, our secret bonding over our mutual distaste of our parents’ particular brand of religion,  had brought us closer together as friends, but also somehow felt more than JUST friends. I’d certainly started noticing her beautiful body more recently as well. Amy was blonde, with curly shoulder length locks, now damp around her face. Blue eyes that almost matched the pool water we were currently floating in. Her one-piece bathing suit was modest (I’m sure her parents had some say in that) but still couldn’t help but highlight the curves of her perfect apple sized breasts, or the roundness of her ass that hadn’t quite lost its “baby fat” yet. She was well tanned of course; it was her pool and she spent a lot of time sunning herself when she wasn’t actually swimming in it. We’d been playing Marco Polo for awhile along with our friends,  and there was the usual silliness, splashing,  and occasional “accidental” groping of random body parts as we all chased each other around the pool, taking turns being the “blind” player. My hands had found Amy’s body on more than a few occasions when it was my turn. I was starting to think she was letting me catch her just so my hands could brush against her hips, her back, and yes once right across her round bubble butt. We’d been taking a break from the game and just floating nearby each other, catching our breath, when she asked about going for the walk. Most of our friends had left the pool already,  getting snacks or drinks or just drying off. “You really wanna?” I asked, surprised.  We’d been spending a lot of time together recently,  but both of us having very religious conservative parents made it difficult to actually pursue any kind of true dating relationship. We weren’t girlfriend / boyfriend yet, not by any stretch,  but had certainly progressed beyond mere childhood friends in the past several weeks. I still remember my surprise when she kissed me right on the lips at her graduation ceremony just a few days ago. Oh it was quick, and she’d been hugging and kissing lots of folks. But it wasn’t accidental on her part and it certainly didn’t feel platonic. “Yeah, come on, it’ll be fun, I promise,” she replied. The smile on her face was mischievous to say the least. I was a bit scared honestly. Both our parents would freak out if they caught us sneaking off together. I honestly couldn’t wait to get out of my house and away from all the religious nonsense. But until then I had to put up with their repressive bullshit that made it incredibly difficult for me to even consider dating any girls on a regular basis, let alone get laid. We climbed out of the pool, grabbed our towels, and took a look around. Our parents all seemed busy,  chatting away with some of the other parents in attendance,  drinking, laughing,  and playing some card game. I didn’t think they’d notice us. “Ok let’s go, lead the way I guess. You know these woods better than me.” Amy didn’t hesitate.  She took my hand and led me to a little path that was barely visible in the dark. As we got to the edge by the tree line, we both took one more look around,  saw no one noticing us, and quietly slipped through the trees and down the path. We hadn’t gone very

Amy gets fingered for the first time. Discovering Amy: Finger Magic - listen to the Podcast Tommy sat by the edge of the pool, alone with his thoughts as he waited for Amy to come back out of the house. Both of them had made it back unseen and unquestioned from their little secret getaway into the woods. He had just gotten back poolside when Amy’s best friend Cindy came over to him. “If you’re looking for Amy, I just passed her in the house a minute ago,” Cindy said. “She looked kind of strange, and freaked out a little. You two love birds aren’t fighting or something are you?” Tommy sighed inwardly. Cindy was a good friend to Amy, but she was always so damn nosy. She’d been “shipping” the both of them since long before “shipping” had become a catchphrase, and a stupid one at that, Tommy thought. “No, of course not,” Tommy replied, as casually as he could. “I haven’t seen her since the Marco / Polo game broke up a while ago and everybody wandered off.” Cindy looked skeptical. “Thought I saw you two still chatting after I got out of the pool,” she said, raising an eyebrow. “You sure somethings not up? You better not have upset my bestie!” she growled. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Tommy said, a little too defensively. “I’m gonna talk to her about it later tonight, ya know. I’m sleeping over. I’ll get her to dish, whatever it is, you know that right?” Cindy claimed boldly. Tommy shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. “You guys have fun, talk about whatever you want, I don’t care.” Cindy gave him a look that said she didn’t quite believe that, then spun and walked away. Tommy watched her leave, relieved she was finally gone. He caught himself looking at her plump ass as she retreated, then quickly averted his eyes. Cindy was cute, even beautiful he had to admit. If he was being honest with himself, he found her attractive sexually. But he certainly didn’t have any FEELINGS for her. Not like he had for Amy. Tommy’s thoughts drifted back to Amy, and their time alone in the woods, and what they’d done together, a series of firsts for both of them. He thought of her final words to him before she left the wooded path for the house: “I love you too.” WAS it love, he thought? It was certainly more than just some teenage “crush.” Was it just sexual? No, he thought. He’d had feelings for her long before what became their first sexual explorations together this evening. He was just finally getting around to admitting it to himself, and understanding that Amy had these same feelings too. It was all so new, so confusing. But exciting too, he had to admit. He sat there alone, feet in the water, thinking about all of that, and trying NOT to think about the handjob Amy had given him just minutes ago, or about seeing and touching her breasts for the first time. The last thing he wanted was to pitch another tent right there by the side of the pool. He looked up from his thoughts and saw Amy’s mom heading into the house. Tommy had a moment of panic. He hoped Amy was done doing…well, whatever she was doing in there. She’d been gone awhile. But he supposed she had to clean up the mess he’d made. She was probably washing her suit and towel out, making sure no telltale stains were left behind. He didn’t realize he’d been holding his breath until he saw Amy bound out the door and down the steps into the yard, and he let it out in a rush of relief. She looked happy and carefree enough, so if she’d encountered her mom it must have gone OK. Amy paused, looking around, and her face lit up in a radiant smile when she spotted him. Amy had to keep herself from running over to Tommy. She felt like she was floating over the grass, not simply stepping across it as she walked towards him, butterflies in her stomach. He stood as she approached, and it struck her, not for the first time, just how handsome he was. His eyes were a strange but beautiful combo of green and brown, with yellow flecks you could only see up close. His hair was a darker blonde

Amy cleans up, then has a few minutes of alone time. by  Djmac1031.  - listen tot he Podcast Looking around, the coast was clear, and she made a beeline up the stairs and towards the bathroom. In the hallway, she almost plowed into her best friend Cindy, who had just exited the bathroom. “Hey, there you are,” said Cindy. “I was looking for you earlier. Where were you?” Amy panicked for a moment but quickly collected herself, and managed a calm, casual reply. “Oh just went for a walk, needed some quiet time to reflect, be with God, ya know?” Amy then made a move to get around Cindy, trying to reach the bathroom before Cindy noticed anything suspicious. But it was too late. “You look…flushed. Nervous. You ok? Something wrong?” Cindy asked. “No nothing,” Amy spat out too quickly. “Just…just really gotta pee.” She tried again for the bathroom. Cindy caught her up again. “Something is up, I can tell. Come on, dish!” she pleaded. “I’ll…I’ll tell you about it later, I promise,” Amy stammered. “You better, bestie,” Cindy called after her as Amy finally made it to the bathroom and slammed the door. “Whew, finally,” Amy whispered to herself. She double checked to make sure she locked the door, then turned to examine herself in the mirror. Her face broke into a huge grin. “I can’t believe we just did that,” she thought, recalling the recent time she’d just spent alone in the woods with Tommy. Her good Christian upbringing told her she should be feeling guilt and shame, like a wanton little slut that men would never respect, let alone marry. But she didn’t really believe any of that. Instead, all she felt was the joy and excitement of a young woman discovering both love and the pleasures of the flesh at the same time. She composed herself quickly; can’t dwell on that just yet. Things to do first. She examined her bathing suit in the mirror. Despite her best efforts, she could still see the dried remains of Tommy’s…sperm? Semen? She knew there was a difference but couldn’t remember what. It had dried to dark patches on her light blue suit. “I’ll have to change it,” she thought. “I’ll tell mom I spilled something on it.” She quickly stripped off her suit and as she did so, noticed another stain. This one in the crotch. “Wow, girl, you really got yourself excited, didn’t you?” she thought. The gusset of her suit was damp and sticky, and as she held it up closer to examine it, she caught a strong whiff of the scent of her vagina that not even the pool chlorine could drown out. It wasn’t an unpleasant smell. She’d smelled it before of course, during her relatively recent discovery and explorations of the pleasures of self pleasure. She found herself wondering if Tommy would enjoy her scent. Masturbation was a “sin” her parents would condemn, no doubt, but she’d felt no shame in touching herself, in discovering how her body reacted to the exploration of her fingers over her most intimate parts. Almost absent mindedly, Amy ran her hand over the fine blonde pubic hair covering her mound. Slipping downwards between her legs, she discovered the slick warm wetness that still lingered there. She felt the pulsing and throbbing of the little bump at the top that she knew would give her incredible pleasure if she just… “Not now, dammit,” she swore to herself. “Get this done, quick.” She stooped, still naked, and quickly washed out her suit along with the towel she’d used to wipe herself down earlier, making sure to get all of Tommy’s sticky stuff off of both. Looking down, she noticed a faded drop of…cum, she decided to call it, a word she’d heard before somewhere…dried now but still visible on her left breast. She touched it, tentatively, then smelled her finger. On a sudden whim, she tasted it. The taste was faint, but tangy and salty. She wondered for a moment what it would be like to taste it fresh, and her vagina throbbed at the thought. “Not now!” she thought again, and quickly jumped in the shower, soaping and rinsing her whole body as quickly a

LAYING PIPE: part 2 - John continued finding the depths of his neighbors. By Bitterjohnzim.  Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Beth crossed the dark guestroom and slapped me, snapping her hand across my left ear and cheek. I reeled away, half-falling to the bed. I caught her second swing, outlined, now, by the exterior lights. “Beth!” I exclaimed and she stopped straining to strike me. “What the hell are you doing?” Initially, she was silent, struggling to pull her arm from my hand. We both heard the low drone of the shower in the bathroom and she hissed at me, “You were mine.” I pushed her away and flipped the light answitch by the veranda door. A lamp on either side of the bed flickered to life. In the low light of the guestroom, I knew how I would look, naked, muscular and hairy, cock still slick from congress with her daughter. Beth, a gorgeous brunette, was flush, her face red and the magnificent swell of her breasts heaving beneath a fitting tan top. Dark skinny jeans cupped her curves and legs, the outfit terminating functionally in dark tennis shoes “You’re Tom’s.” I stated simply, laying a calming hand on the woman’s shoulder. A flash in her eyes- she was honestly angry, “We have an arrangement. Lacey, obviously, isn’t a fucking part of it.” Shit. They were in an open marriage. She’d just been fucking around teasing me, before. Uh, until I put it to their daughter. “Beth, she’s an adult, we had some fun, there’s no reason to be tense, I’m just your friend.” I defended myself. Oh, man, that was the wrong thing to say. Beth jerked, and snagged my wavering dick. Twisting sharply, she demanded, “How are you my friend? We trusted you as a neighbor, I, might, have wanted to screw you, and I catch you fucking my daughter? Is that what friends do?” A moment after the sudden pain started, I wrapped a thick hand around Beth’s throat and pushed her onto the bed. Her hand tightened until I squeezed her neck and both of her hands flew to my grip. The hot surge of adrenaline had me hard, and I momentarily felt the coarse denim of Beth’s jeans beneath my cock. I was, now, choking a woman who had twisted my dick- after finding me nutting her daughter. What the fuck is my life? I pressed Beth into the bedding and she made, the single horniest noise I’ve ever heard from a woman. Somewhere between a groan and a purr, she glared at me through lusty eyes. Her breathing was fast and straining. Her flushed cheeks and expression rattled a memory of a deeply submissive former partner. I suddenly suspected Beth had been out on the twilight veranda longer than her surging, violent response implied. So, I did something insane. I didn’t release her throat, but I did wrench her jeans down with my free hand. They slipped down her wide hips easily. The top buttons of her fly had been undone beneath the edge of her shirt. Beneath a tiny, lacey, tan thong, which peeled over her perfectly fat ass. As I pulled her dark skinny jeans to her knees. The weird declaration of ownership over me, the teasing, the disheveled jeans, and uncharacteristic transition to physical violence, the absurd intimacy of having sought to punish my statement by grabbing my cock, her body wavered between fury and lust; was utterly betrayed by the musk of her ardor and dripping mess of her bald pussy. Wordlessly; thoughtlessly, really; I stepped to the soft, exposed curve of her ass and ran the stone column of my erection over her cleft and clit. Her breath caught, her hands on my arm holding her by the throat drove long, perfectly manicured nails into my skin. I twisted my other hand in the knot of garments I held at her calves, soles of her tennis shoes held heavenward, restraining her entirely except for her hands. I pressed her legs back until her naked thighs were against her cream shirt, and her sopping pussy and ass were hoisted between us. Her eyes widened and I shifted her until my cock matched the entrance of her vulva. And, then, I pushed. Her body resisted, t

Passion at the Camp Meeting - The Joy of Nymphomania. The revelation of Koinonia. (erotic coupling) By Loveangames69.  Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. It was an impressive country estate, twenty-some acres with an expansive board fence around much of it to keep the horses in. A long gravel driveway led through woods and pasture to a large stone house with vaulted ceilings and exposed wooden beams that could be the set for a BBC drama. Instead, it was the center of a religious camp meeting, and impressed as Kyle was by the setting, he was asking himself what the hell he was doing there. Dave, a friend, had recently become absorbed with an obscure middle eastern religion that apparently had adherents in high places, and they had opened their estate to missionary efforts designed to increase the numbers of the faithful. Doing his bit for the cause, Dave had invited several friends, including Kyle and his girlfriend Lindsay to a weekend of camping, music, social interaction, barbecue and hours of boring religious indoctrination. Kyle and Lindsay arrived early Friday afternoon and found a nice spot by a small stream to set up their small cabin tent. They joined Dave walking around a series of exhibits with religious displays, pictures and literature handed out by gurus who seemed tuned into ultimate truth on a higher spiritual plane. Most members of the order were dressed in normal casual wear, although some were decked out in saffron robes and gold-colored necklaces and amulets. There were some decent flute players and tambourine shakers, but nothing to attract agents looking for the next Springsteen. The tour led into the impressive house, where Dave introduced Lindsay and Kyle to its owners, a pleasant middle-aged couple who had serene smiles painted on their faces, and then to another of his friends, Paul, who he had known from college. Paul was rather quiet, not contributing much to the conversation. Already converted, perhaps? They all attended a lecture by one of the high preachers of the order, whose resonate voice and elaborate hand gestures failed to draw Kyle into appreciation of the doctrine being espoused. Instead, his eyes rolled and wandered around the large room serving as lecture hall, taking in its exposed beams, drapes, overstuffed leather chairs and sofas and sculpted walnut tables. The magnificence was cheapened, he mused, by rows of cheap metal chairs squeezed in to accommodate the audience. More propaganda talks followed an evening barbecue on the stone patio. Kyle tried but failed to understand the attraction this sect had for Dave. His friend had enjoyed a rather wild and libertine lifestyle in college – lots of booze and women. Perhaps Dave was looking for more in life as he got older, or maybe just for “more” from an attractive blonde adherent of the order who had introduced him to it. Anyway, by the time the evening schedule had been completed, Kyle was thinking he had made a serious mistake in accepting this invitation and was wasting a weekend. He expressed that foreboding to Lindsay and silent Paul around a campfire singalong featuring religious themes in Persian folk music. As Dave mouthed verses in harmony with the faithful, Paul revealed he was not a convert, admitting he had similar reservations about the doctrine, but added that he questioned most other doctrines as well. He was just taking in the atmosphere, he said. Lindsay nodded. “Look upon it as an introduction into a different culture,” she said. “Talk to a few people of the different persuasion. You may not convert, but you might learn a few things and have an interesting experience.” Kyle’s tall, dark haired, shapely girlfriend with the deep brown eyes was an open-minded sort, and he had learned a lot from her, both intellectual and sensual. Paul was also looking at Lindsay with a serious expression, appraising her words, or maybe appraising her. Soon, even the open-minded had enough, and they returned to the camping area. Night

Carnal Knowledge Experts Converge - The Best Educators seek more knowledge at a So-Cal Resort. (group sex) By VancouverFun. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Every February, I attend a teachers conference in San Diego. It is always nice to escape the grey rainy days in the Northwest and refresh with a little California sun and blue skies. I have been attending this particular conference for many years, so I have lots of fun catching up with friends and going out for lots of fun group dinners. The conference is small with only 150 people, so you get to meet a lot of them across the three days of the conference. I had seen Liz over the years at the conference, but never talked to her. I learned in a session last year that she teaches Kinesiology at a college in Wisconsin. This makes sense since she looks extremely fit. She is 5'6" and has a beautiful curvy body with a large set of breasts that always look like they are trying to bust out of anything she is wearing. I would find out later those DD breasts are even more beautiful up close. I had noticed her a lot over the years and tried to not stare too much, but it was hard to take my eyes off her and her smoking hot body. She always attended the conference with her friend Suzy in tow and that meant I never really got the chance to talk to her till this year. This year, I added one day to my conference stay to relax and get some sun around the pool. The conference hotel is in Mission Valley just outside San Diego and is in a beautiful setting. The conference wound down mid-day on Friday and most people either flew home that afternoon or the next morning. Poolside Possibilities. By Saturday morning, the hotel was pretty deserted. I got my book and sunscreen and headed down to the pool after breakfast. It was a beautiful Southern California day - temperatures were in the low 80’s with a bright blue sky, and not a cloud anywhere to be seen - unlike back home. No one else was by the pool. I found a lounge chair, sun screened up, and dozed in the sun only to be awoken by a woman’s voice asking me if she could use the lounge chair next to mine. “Do you mind if I sit here?” she asked. “Sure, be my guest,” I replied groggily. When I finally got myself woken up and recognized it was Liz. “Oh, hi, you were at the conference weren’t you?” I asked. “Yes, my name is Liz” she replied. “Hi, I’m Jim” “I knew your name because you gave the opening plenary talk last year,” Liz added smiling. We both talked about how quiet the hotel was and how we both thought it was a great plan to spend one extra day by the pool in the sun before going back home to our respective winters. We chatted about winters at home and our summer passions. It turned out that we both loved the outdoors. Liz told me stories of spending her summers canoe tripping in Northern Michigan and I told her about my summer trips backpacking in the mountains of western Canada. She announced she was going to work on her tan a bit and removed her wrap to reveal a very skimpy white bikini. I said earlier that her breasts always looked like they were trying to bust out of whatever she was wearing - this bikini had impossibly tiny white triangles of fabric that barely covered her areolas and the strings holding everything in place looked like they were straining from the load. I tried not to stare, but it was really hard not to. She smiled when she caught me a few times staring for a bit too long, and said, “I usually don’t wear a bikini this skimpy in public, but thought no one else would be out here at the pool so early,” I smiled and thought, lucky me. She turned onto her back revealing a thong bikini that disappeared between her beautiful butt cheeks. She handed me a bottle of sunscreen. “Do you mind putting some on me? I don’t want to burn” I tried my best to not to jump to my feet. I got up and went over to her chair and started to put sunscreen on her shoulders and arms, moving down across her back. Then I started to put suns

Helping Her Make A Sex Toy Review - He agrees to be her ‘focus group’ for demoing toys in the adult toy store. (fetish) By Norweger.  isten to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. ‘Can I help you?’ I glanced aside from the colourful products on display right in front of me, blushing mildly. The shopkeeper had done the rounds, and I, being lost in thought in front of the ‘Toys; male, solo’ shelf hadn’t noticed her approaching. Well, I could hardly deny I was thinking of buying a Fleshlight, as I held one; well, a securely wrapped one, luckily; in my hands as I met her friendly gaze. 'I, ah…’ Fuck. Going to an adult toy shop shouldn’t be embarrassing, should it? My cheeks and earlobes grew pretty pink. ‘Well, I’m just browsing, to be honest, I…’ She nodded. 'Those are real good, by the way.’ She giggled. ‘Well, good quality. Easy to keep clean. Rugged. For obvious reasons, I haven’t taken one for a test drive myself.’ I chuckled, feeling my awkwardness recede a bit. That’s one way of putting it. ‘For obvious reasons…’ I thought before answering ‘Well, I could hardly expect you to have, could I? That being said, shops like this are quite particular, no? Normally, asking the shopkeeper for recommendations and whether she’d used the product herself would be reasonable, but here, I guess it would get me me-too’d right away? How do you actually reply if someone holds up something and asks, well, is this one any good?’ I smiled weakly while feeling my cheeks getting rosier again, hoping I hadn’t overstepped any bounds. I got a chuckle for my trouble. ‘Well, please try to keep the exciting images out of your mind, but to tell you the truth, we do test quite a lot of the stuff we sell.’ She blushed a little, herself. ‘Well, we must buy them, of course, though at a steep discount.’ She turned her gaze down as the sentence trailed off, giving me a chance to look her over without being too obvious about it as the images she’d been warning me about started to manifest themselves to my inner eye. I guessed she could be in her early thirties, a few years younger than me. Quite cute, slender, narrow hips, a loose-fitting, turquoise sweater doing its best to hide her ample bosom… I’d already undressed her in my mind, trying to imagine her testing the huge dildos in the glass display cabinet right behind her. Oh no, I hadn’t been blushing earlier. Now; NOW I was blushing. She lifted her gaze again and giggled. ‘Let me guess. Exciting images?’ I could hardly deny it, and she could hardly take affront, either. I turned my own gaze down, intensely studying my rather rumpled leather boots. There was no way in hell I’d be able to meet her stare while saying it. ‘Oh, guilty as charged.’ I made a helpless gesture with my arm towards the toys on display ‘I imagined both this and that, I’ll admit.’ ‘Well, there’s a reason we don’t have fitting rooms, you know!’ Her giggle turned to a quick laugh which she stifled as quickly. I felt my mood rise just by hearing it; it had a chirping quality, sounded almost like a bird’s cry. In improving spirits; and, frankly, quite turned on; this young, cute woman had more or less told me that she test ran a lot of the toys in the store. Now my eyes wandered around the room, desperate not to meet her stare, while every time I saw something titillating I imagined her using it on herself. Not that there was anything extraordinary about a woman in her thirties enjoying herself, but the mere thought, as she was standing two feet away from me… Fuck. I was rock hard. I hoped it wasn’t too obvious. Here goes nothing. Had I first said A, I might as well say B, too. I felt a bit braver, thinking we could spin a bit on this, while still keeping it innocent. She looked amused, too. ‘That’s kind of unfair, though, isn’t it? Any woman walking into this store can get, ah, expert advice, whereas I, as a man, will have to take your word for it ‘Oh, this one is good; I haven’t tried it, but it is good, believe me!’ She laughed. Loud. ‘I swea

An Unexpected Match: part 1 - A friendly tennis game leads to a different kind of ball play. By Dansilver. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. New Year’s resolutions weren’t usually Martin’s thing. He had enough experience to know that people’s good intentions never amounted to much more than that. But he also knew that he had to do something. 2021 had been truly awful - not just because of Covid restrictions and plans getting continually cancelled but because in November, Jenny, his wife of 26 years had finally succumbed to cancer. At least he had been able to bury her, something which wouldn’t have even been several months previously. But late fall and early winter seemed like one inexorable descent into an emotional void from which he feared he would never escape. At least Covid provided the excuse not to visit family at Christmas time. He couldn’t have faced being with people who he had enjoyed with Jenny alongside him. Instead he sat alone in his emptiness over Christmas. But by New Year he knew he had to make some changes to try to escape the introspection and despondency which were quickly becoming too comforting a companion. Tennis was always something which Martin had enjoyed as a teenager. Nothing too competitive - just hitting a ball with friends in the park. So, on New Year’s Day, when he saw that his local tennis center was running Cardio Tennis classes, he decided to sign up. Almost immediately, he regretted it and almost cancelled the booking. He felt nervous about venturing into a new social setting. But he knew the booking was non-refundable and, not being one to waste money, he instead tried to put it out of his mind until the date of the Monday evening class. When it came to it, he was glad he hadn’t backed out. The evening was much more fun than he had imagined it would be. Dan, the tennis professional running the course, was good humoured and put everyone at ease, no matter what their skill level was. And the other seven people doing the course seemed ok too. The hour-long class consisted of a combination of tennis drills and cardio workouts, culminating in 20 minutes of playing King of the Court against each other with the ‘punishment’ of star jumps or burpees for those losing the point. By the time the following Monday came around Martin was surprised how much he was looking forward to going. As the weeks passed, the Cardio Tennis classes quickly became the highlight of Martin’s week. Dan kept things moving and mixed up the drills to keep things interesting. And the rapport between the others taking the class began to grow too. King of the Court was always the highlight of the evening and, although it never got too intense or competitive, there was an increasing level of good natured teasing and banter which took place between everyone. Martin found himself especially enjoying points against Lori, a slim attractive woman in her mid 40’s with a sharp sense of humour and quite the competitive streak. Lori was clearly someone who had kept her fitness levels high which was some advantage in points against Martin, but he had always had good hand/eye coordination so the competition between them was fairly even. Lori would often playfully tease Martin when they faced each other saying 'Come on old man, let’s see what you’ve got!’ which might have offended him had others said it - especially as he was only 5 or 6 years older than she was. But coming from Lori it just had the effect of making him all the more determined to win the points. Each Monday Martin would look forward to the evening class, but increasingly he realized that he was looking forward to being around Lori as much as anything else. He enjoyed her company. She made him laugh and put him at ease. But he soon realized to his surprise that there was something else stirring in him. A physical attraction which was hardly noticeable at first, dulled by months of grief and solitude, but which was slowly awakening as Spring began to bud. Lori was c

Sexcapades in the Super Center - Things got hot while shopping with him. (exhibition/coupling) By Appl3bottom24.  Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. He was at work and I couldn’t wait for him to get home. We had been sexting all day, like we usually do. We have a tradition on Fridays. He makes dinner. He knows it makes me horny when he pampers me this way.  I’m taller than most women, having been a fashion model until my late-blooming body became too womanly for the fashion designers. As my tit’s got more attention on the runway, the garments I wore quit selling. It seemed no one remembered what I was wearing? He’s a buyer for a national clothing retailer. He saw me on his first month on the job. He was fresh out of college, and part of the buying team tasked with buying for the spring/summer collection; three years ago. Tonight, he’s running a bit late. He’d stopped at the fitness center along the way home, to run some laps on the club’s rooftop track. Still wearing his nylon running shorts and tanktop while driving home, his last text said to expect him in a few minutes, and “please be patient”. However, I was extra horny today and needed to touch my pussy. He doesn’t like it when I touch myself without letting him know and sharing/showing him what I’m doing. I thought maybe if I just barely touch it, just for a few minutes, I’d be okay, I couldn’t pull my hand back. I started off slow, rubbing my clit softly through my panties in slow circles. Before I knew it, my fingers were moving faster and pressing harder against my swelling clit. I couldn’t help but slide my panties to the slide to feel how wet I had made myself. I knew I needed to stop, but I couldn’t Up and down, I slid my fingers between my pussy lips, spreading my leaking juices up over my clit. It felt so good. I slid a finger into my vagina and pumped it slowly. One finger won’t hurt. Then there were two, then three. I couldn’t get enough. I threw my head back in pleasure as I kept pushing myself closer and closer to the edge. Then just as I felt myself get to the edge, “Hey, babe!” he yelled up to me. “Do you need anything from the store? I need to get some things to make dinner.” “Um, ” I threw my head up. “Give me a minute and I’ll come with you!” I thought if I said I was coming down, he wouldn’t come up. I quickly got out of bed and threw on a skirt, crop top, & sandals; and ran downstairs. He took one look at me, “How could you?” he said in a mock scolding tone. I debated for a second whether I should play dumb or confess. “How could I what?” “Your face is flushed and your hair’s a mess. Don’t try and hide the juices dripping down your legs. I could smell your pussy before you came down the stairs. You were masturbating, young lady.” He said in an authoritarian tone,  through a smirk. I broke, “I just couldn’t wait! I’m sorry. I was just so horny. You took forever to get home.” He just stared at me with a disapproving smirk. I slowly walked up to him, and bit my lip, “I promise I’ll make it up to you!!” Then I kissed him on the lips apologetically. He smiled at me and said, “Get your sexy ass in the car.” He smacked my ass as I walked past him to the garage. Once we were in the car and out of the garage, I slid my hand over to the top of his thigh. I ran my finger tips up and down slowly getting closer to his crotch. I unbuckled my seatbelt and got onto my knees on the seat. I leaned down and nuzzled my face in his crotch, before slowly reaching under the loose nylon shorts and the stretchy inner liner which somewhat held his package in place. The convenience of these loose, stretchy running shorts allows me quick & easy access, while his waistband stays in place. I pulled out his cock and started sucking on his head. I swirled my tongue around it, my saliva coating it and dripping down his shaft. I slowly began to take more and more of it into my mouth. He pulled my skirt up over my ass, flashing my soaked panties to any one driving by. Each time h

Fairmount School Sex Ed: Session 3 - listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories The students at Fairmount experience their third lesson: Sex. All of the students proceeding into the classroom and began stripping off their clothes in excited anticipation of what today’s sex lesson would hold. Once all the students were completely naked and situated in their seats Mr. and Mrs. Winters came out to greet their students completely nude. “Now class I’m sure some of you are already anticipating this but today we will be talking about sexual intercourse, or what is commonly referred to simply as sex,” Mrs. Winters said to the class. “Now I’m sure most of you know this but sexual intercourse is when the man puts his penis inside the woman’s vagina,” Mr. Winters said to the class as his own penis had reached full erection from seeing his attractive young female students naked. “Now as I’m sure most of you know sexual intercourse is how a man gets a woman pregnant, but I know all the young ladies in this class are taking their birth control so we won’t have to worry about that,” Mrs. Winters commented to the class, “and let me tell you young ladies it a very good thing that you are on birth control because feeling a man’s penis ejaculating inside of you is an amazing experience.” “Another thing to note about sexual intercourse is there are a number of different positions you can have sex in,” said Mr. Winters. “We believe that it would be too difficult for just the two of us to show you all the different sexual positions so after the fantastic results of last class period we decided that we will pair all of you up so that you can show your classmates all the different positions,” Mrs. Winters told the class. This caused quite a bit of excitement amongst the students, as they were surprised and intrigued that they would get to have sex with their classmates so quickly. Mr. Winters addressed the class, “so what we will do now is pair each of you with a partner. Once we pair you with your partner we want the two of you to get together and start arousing each other. Once all of you are properly aroused for sex then we will let you know what position you and your partner are going to demonstrate for the class.” “Now let’s figure out what these partnerships are going to be,” Mrs. Winters said excitedly. “First lets have Bruce with Rebecca, then Bethany with Devon, Malcolm and Erika you two can partner together, let’s see we can have Alexis and Jackson together, William and Michelle can be a good partnership and that just leaves Elizabeth with Thomas. Well these all seem like good partnerships. Now get together with your partner and remember what we learned from our previous lessons and use those techniques to arouse your partner. Alright chop, chop go get together with your partner.” All the students got up from their desks and proceeded to meet up with the student they had been partnered with. Mr. and Mrs. Winters started to walk around the classroom to observe how their students were preparing for the next part of the lesson. Jackson was gently sucking on one of Alexis’s very long nipples while one of his hands was busy between her legs fingering her. Alexis for her part had her hand wrapped around Jackson’s erect cock and was slightly stroking it but seemed more occupied with what Jackson was doing to her. Bethany and Devon where intensely making out while Devon had one of his hands fondling Bethany’s huge breast while Bethany was busy using two hands to stroke Devon’s long, fat cock. Michelle had already taken William’s cock in her mouth and was giving him a relaxed blowjob while also having one of her hands in between her legs rubbing her clit to make sure she was prepared for William’s nice cock. Thomas seemed to have a similar idea to Michelle as he was in between Elizabeth’s legs licking away at her pussy while the short, busty student gently fondled her 34D breasts. Thomas also had one hand wrapped around his thick cock to make sure it s