Door-to-door Sales; A soldier gets lucky with a horny magazine solicitor. by FamilyGuy66. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Back in my military days, in the 1980s; there was nothing more boring than a Monday night? But here I was, sitting with a bunch of my platoon buddies, crowded into one barracks room watching some dumbass new sitcom about an alien living with a human family called Alf. Taking a long pull from my beer, I thought at least a good buzz would carry me through what looked to be an uneventful night. We heard a knock on the door. “It’s open,” hollered Tommy, one of my closest friends I’d made since being stationed here at Fort Bragg, and the guy who lived in this room. The door swung open and an unfamiliar face peeked in. “Hi, guys,” she said brightly, stepping in and closing the door behind her. “I’m Lisa.” Lisa told us she worked for a company selling magazine subscriptions, and went into an obviously well-rehearsed sales pitch. There were six of us there in the room, not counting Lisa, and I couldn’t help but admire her courage. These guys were all good dudes, but I imagined she could easily find herself in the wrong room and get gang-raped. Lisa had a lot of confidence, and knew how to work a room. She made sure to walk around, including each of us, looking directly into our eyes and making physical contact: a hand on the shoulder, running her fingers down an arm, that sort of thing. My first impression? Lisa wasn’t really much to look at, in honesty. Years later, I thought back to her the first time I heard the expression ‘butterface’. Rather plain looking, with thin lips, limp brown hair parted down the middle, she looked nothing like the modern, late-80s idea of sexy: big hair, tight clothes, lots of makeup. But on the plus side, damn! did she have a tight body. Her blue jeans accentuated a nice, firm ass that she flexed frequently, and her tight pink t-shirt, tucked into her jeans, highlighted full breasts, which looked pretty big on her very petite frame. Obviously, she knew that using sex was a good way to gain compliance and make sales. Good for her! Lisa interspersed some personal things into her pitch. She talked about her job as part of a team of people who traveled from town to town all over the eastern part of the country. She liked going to new places, she said, but did miss her family in Ohio. “So, is anyone going to offer me a beer?” she eventually asked. I reached into the cooler next to me and pulled out a can. Lisa reached for it and I pulled it back, saying “How do I know you’re old enough?” Lisa laughed and said she’d bet she had 7 or 8 years on me. “Good enough for me,” I said with a smile, handing her a beer. “As long as you’re legal.” “Oh, I’m definitely legal,” Lisa said, giving me a wink. “But not everything I like to do is legal in this state!” Now, in those days, being in the Army didn’t pay all that well, especially if you wanted to have things like a car and a woman, so Lisa was fighting an uphill battle to make much in sales. I, though, was a Sergeant, which paid considerably better than what some of the other guys made. I was also an avid reader of magazines, which I bought retail. Looking over the list of magazines, I saw some I read regularly. Good savings with a subscription, I noticed. “So, guys,” Lisa wrapped up her pitch, “who’s in?” Several of the guys shook their heads, not being able to afford anything. I said I might be interested. “Oh, yeah?” Lisa asked, sitting down right next to me on the bed, her left thigh pressed tight against my right. She confidently put her hand on my thigh, and rubbed up and down, her fingers going to my inner thigh. She got within an inch of my balls, squeezed my leg, leaned closer and whispered in my ear “If I touch you like this and ask really nice, would you buy a subscription?” Hell yeah, I would! Her touch was incredible. This woman knew just how to touch a guy! I wasn’t hard up; I had a girlfriend and was getting laid regularly,

Moonlit Shoreline Adventure; A shy, lonely mom experiences an awakening. By swiftlytilting. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. A group of pelicans flies back and forth along the ocean cove shoreline in a contentedly undulating line. Their large silhouettes stand out boldly against the sinking sun as they search for food. Beth sits on a driftwood log on the sandy beach watching the birds fly by, lifting her head high to drink in the last long rays of warm, golden sunlight. As the ocean swallows the sun, a spectacular display of colors paints the western sky in swaths of pink, orange, and yellow. She shyly glances around to see if anyone can see her. Not seeing anyone nearby, she discreetly puts one hand on her vulva and strokes it through her skirt. She rubs her right nipple with the other hand. The sensualness of her surroundings – the powerful waves striking the shore, the explosion of colors at sunset, the caressing ocean breeze – swirl together with that of her touch, and she feels exquisitely aroused. Her desire climbs, and her body arches. She whimpers quietly with pleasure.  But her inhibitions stop her before she reaches climax, and she grasps her hands together tightly in her lap and forces herself to breath, letting out a big sigh, and focuses her attention on the sunset. After the gloriously bright ball of fire disappears into the ocean and the tapestry of colors across the sky begins to fade, Beth stands up and, feeling pleasantly aroused, continues her walk along the beach. She quietly hums to herself, enjoying the lingering glow of twilight, a brisk breeze blowing her long, dark hair every which way. She’s wearing a long, flowing white skirt and a white off-the-shoulder shirt that hugs her small curves. Sandals hang from her right hand as she walks barefoot, delighting in the feel of cool sand between her toes. She hasn’t been feeling quite herself lately, so she’s taking a short holiday alone to try and clear her head. She’s never gone away like this without her family until now, and as much as she loves them, she’s reveling in having time alone. A married mum of older kids, she’s lived a fairly normal, conservative and wholesome life. It’s been a very good life, but she has grown to live with an almost constant dull ache of loneliness and longing in her heart. Yet her family is caring and loving, so she’s filled with guilt for not being satisfied, for wanting more. She feels distant from her husband, as they haven’t been intimate for many years. She blames herself, but feels lost. She’s touch starved, and her desire has only increased with the passage of time, so she masturbates and orgasms nearly every day as a way to get by. As she wanders down the beach, the peaceful, unending flow of ocean waves pulsing against the sandy shore lulls her frenetic heart. The eerie, low sound of a foghorn signals its warning loudly in the distance. She knows she should head back because daylight has almost vanished, and it’s not “safe” for a woman to be out here alone. But right now she doesn’t care. She’s felt stifled, hidden, and, in a sense, dead for so long, she thrills at the feelings flowing through her now. The loud crashing ocean makes her feel alive. The impending darkness makes her feel alive. The thought of being alone in the darkness arouses her. So she keeps going down the shore. Fog begins to roll in from the water. The air feels damp and cold. The breeze brushes across her skin like fingers. Goosebumps pop up on her bare arms, and she shivers. Beth had forgotten how cold the beach can get after sunset. Maybe she should go back to her campsite now after all. Her steps slow down with hesitancy, but she notices a bend ahead and is curious to know what’s around the corner, so she keeps trudging forward. As she rounds the corner, her heart jumps with relief when she sees a fire on the beach in the distance. She decides to continue ahead, and picks up her pace, excited to reach the warmth and light of the fire.

The Mountain Cabin Getaway A heated mountain getaway for Elizabeth and Kyle. By ElizabethSam. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. She was now 44 and officially un-hitched, Elizabeth adjusted to newly divorced life pretty seamlessly and easily. She was loving her freedom, her home, and her chance to create a new start for herself. Even not having her kid for days at a time wasn’t as bad as she had originally anticipated. Yes, it sucked not having him around all the time, but having some time completely to herself - to be just Elizabeth and not Mom Elizabeth - was pretty awesome, she had to admit. One tough thing about not having her kid around everyday though was trying to fill all of her free time. She did her best to pack her schedule: meeting with friends, taking walks, working out, watching shows, shopping, and doing chores around the house, but even still, there were a lot of hours to fill. And with time on her hands, she found herself often browsing and window shopping online for all sorts of things. One such night, with nothing much to do, she found herself on VRBO looking at cabin rentals with hot tubs, mostly just daydreaming and creating a made up vacation in her mind. Until, that is, she stumbled on a cabin in a mountain town about an hour and a half away. With a private hot tub. With great reviews. Not too pricey. And with availability that coincided with her kid-free days. “Hmm,” she thought to herself. “Free cancellation too? What the hell!” as she whipped out her credit card and made the spontaneous reservation. A few days later, Elizabeth was down at Kyle’s and they were sitting on his couch catching up. “So, you know how I have all this free time now?” she said sheepishly. “Well, I got bored the other night and did something impulsive,” she started, “….and I rented this cabin,” she blurted out as she pulled up the VRBO listing on her phone. “Check it out,” and she handed her phone to Kyle. “So, wanna go to New Hampshire with me next month? It’s in the mountains, right near a state park” she explained, “….and it has a hot tub,” she added in a sing-songy voice. He chuckled. “Looks pretty awesome,” as he scrolled through the pictures. “What dates?” “It’s two nights. Go up on December second and come back on the fourth. Think you can go?” “I have to check with work. And I have to see if I have anything going on with the kids, but I think I should be free. Can I let you know next week?” “Yeah, of course. There’s free cancellation for another 3 weeks, so yeah…” she trailed off, excited that this mountain getaway/hot-tub/sexy-time trip with Kyle might actually happen. Next week, he texted her and let her know the trip was a go and Elizabeth was thrilled!Fast forward a few weeks, Their trip was now just a day away. Elizabeth was excitedly packing and getting ready for their getaway: Cold weather clothes? Check. Snow boots? Check. Card game? Check. Toothbrush? Check. Sexy undies? Check. Toys? Lube? Check and check. Bathing suit? No need. She packed another bag full of snacks and drinks and was soon all ready to go. Kyle arrived at Elizabeth’s later the next morning as she was finishing up work. She snuck out of her Zoom call to give him a long kiss. Her heart always skipped a beat when she saw him. At just over six feet tall, he was slim but strong, with a neatly trimmed beard and matching buzz cut, sprinkled with grays. She thought he was handsome, rugged, and sexy as hell. “This meeting was supposed to be over half an hour ago,” she said with an eye roll “; but it should be over soon and then we can get going.” “No problem…I’ll just chill on the couch until you’re done,” and he went to hang out in the living room until she finished up her call. A few minutes later, she signed off the Zoom, closed out her email and shut everything down. “All done!” she said as she joined him in the living room, plopping down onto him and bringing her lips to his. “Sorry, that took longer than I expected, but I told work not to bo

How A Girl Falls In Love - The unexpected first experience of a blooming teenager. (first time) By Jane Doe Stuff 03. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Venturing out the chaos of the big city and into the widely different landscape that is the region’s countryside it is easy to acknowledge the existence of the distant big city. A small conglomerate of towns loosely connected by few roads, where a great number of land workers consumed vast amounts of life, seemed to willingly stand in direct opposition to the congested metropolitan life back at the coast. Janet Doe had grown up in this so called “village” and her opinion of the place had changed more the more she grew up. When she was a kid, it could be called a paradise: she could play in absolute freedom in the vastity of the fields, with her beloved dog and her much older brother watching over them, as happy as a lark. But not anymore.  With her brother gone (lost to college) and her dog now too old to even walk, that precious corner of world had transformed from a refuge to an isolating prison, where all she felt was alone. She imagined many times how her life would be in the big city, how many friends she could make and, most importantly, she could spend time with, instead of only having school hours to interact with kids her age, before going home to loneliness. There she was, a once cheerful and creative little girl, now a bored and uninterested teenager at her last year of high school. It didn’t take long for her family to notice the change, but the first to propose something was her brother John as he got back home for the winter holydays. He proposed to their parents something artistic that could, in his opinion, bring back a smile on the face of little Jenny. He had always had a soft spot for his little sister, and he genuinely cared about her well-being, even though he’d never tell her to her face. Never in his life he could have imagined how much this little proposal of his would have changed Jenny. Or the way it’d change her. The parents weren’t hard to convince and with the start of the new year, after a few phone calls from the siblings’ mom, Jenny would have her first piano lesson. She had always been captivated by the piano in the living room, but also had been too scared to try to play it. The piano was first bought by her father as a decorative piece of furniture and never seriously used, for none of the family members knew how to play it properly. This is where our story finally begins. In a cold and still mid-January afternoon, Janet and her mom were waiting to meet the new piano teacher. The only thing they knew was that he was a mature man and was one the few who was willing to venture to their isolated home thrice a week for a cheap pay. Mrs. Doe had taken a free afternoon from her job to meet the mysterious man in person and decide if he was trustworthy to be left (eventually alone), with her ‘little girl’. At 3.55 p.m., five minutes earlier than agreed, the teacher rang the intercom outside the front gate of the property. “He’s here!” Jenny’s mom jumped out of the sofa as she was saying this, with a mixture of excitement and nervousness in her voice. She pressed a button which opened the gate and stood at the house’s door and started peeking at the man who was walking up to her porch. As he got closer to the door, she showed herself to him and greeted him with an educated smile. Jenny stood just inside the front entry. “Good afternoon, madame. I’m Thomas, we spoke on the phone.” The two women were a little stunned by the appearance of the man: his voice was deep and controlled, he spoke slowly and surely as only men of a certain age manage, but now that he was in front of them, they could see he was more of a boy than an adult man. Mrs. Doe, always speaking her mind, said to the stranger: “I didn’t expect you to be so young, Thomas. I’m honestly a little surprised. How old are you if I may ask?” To which Thomas replied, without a hint of hesit

Yours for the WeekendDorothea visits her hometown for Christmas. By megalodon_. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Dorothea fiddles with her scarf, nerves tangling her insides as she gazes out the window. Her hometown seems so small thousands of feet below her private jet, a village of dollhouses, and she smiles to herself, the view bringing back memories of her childhood. She’ll be seeing them again, all her childhood friends. After all these years, how much have they changed? Lord knows she’s not the gangly teenager she once was, wishing her friends goodbye as she boarded the plane to California, giddy with optimism and naivete. She bites back a wistful smile as she remembers all her friends waving her off. Well, nearly all of them. All but her high school sweetheart, Elliot. Elliot, so unlike the men she dallied with these days, all chiselled jaws and plastic veneers, inhumanly gorgeous and emotionally constipated. Elliot was nothing like that, with his curly hair and quiet beauty. He adored her; worshipped the ground she walked on, and she, young and conceited, revelled in that, wrapping herself in his devotion. A pang of nostalgia shoots through her as she reminisces. She and Elliot were attached at the lips, sneaking away to screw in backseats and under bleachers. He gave her the confidence to make the big move, to get where she is today: A-list actress, Hollywood star, face plastered on massive billboards and tiny screens. But he wanted to keep her all to himself; couldn’t stand to watch her board the plane, leaving him and his small-town life for bright and shiny Hollywood. Will she see him again? Surely they’ll bump into each other; a town this small, it’s bound to happen eventually. But would he remember her as fondly as she did him? The boys are treating him with a careful wariness that’s edging on his nerves. Stephen and Cory are giving each other sneaky sidelong glances and not-so-subtle elbow jabs as they prattle on about nothing in particular. None of the typical ribbing and roasting that accompanies them when they intrude at the bar where Elliot works. They think he doesn’t notice, but he’s no idiot. Finally, with a sigh, Elliot says, ‘Come on lads. Spit it out.’ Stephen and Cory exchange glances and feign innocence. 'What do you mean?’ says Cory, tapping tattooed fingers on the bar. 'Spit what out, Elliot?’ says Stephen, chewing on the complimentary peanuts. Elliot is wiping down the bar with a cloth. 'There’s something you’re not telling me. What’s up? Out with it, already.’ Stephen grimaces, then stuffs his mouth with another handful of peanuts. He looks at Cory, who seems to find the countertop absolutely fascinating. 'Oh my god,’ says Elliot, 'I’m not some delicate flower. Just tell me.’ Cory, finally, is the brave one. 'Dorothea’s back in town,’ he says, with such insincere nonchalance it’s almost laughable, were it not for the bomb he just dropped. Dorothea. Back. Here? 'Just for the weekend,’ Cory continues, 'she’s seeing her folks for Christmas.’ But Elliot can barely hear the words. Blood rushes in his ears. 'Dorothea?’ he mutters. His high school girlfriend, back home? Does she remember him? He never stopped thinking about her; not that she’d given him that chance. He sees her every day, in blockbuster movies and makeup ads, on magazine covers and the poster at the bus stop. (And the secret polaroid in his pocket. When Cory found out he gave him shit for it, but never told Stephen, for which Elliot is grateful) Dorothea. He never thought he’d see her again, not in real life, resigned as he was to always be just one of her many admirers, only ever dreaming about being able to touch her again, to fuck her like he used to in the back of his old truck. Stephen scoffs. 'See, I told you he’d get like this. Get that fuckin’ dopey look off your face, dude.’ Cory laughs, and mocks, 'Oh, Dorothea, the one that got away. Do you think she still remembers me?’ He puts his hands over his heart and bats his

The Naughty ListShe never really believed in Santa. She does now. by ErinPage, Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. I never believed in Santa, well almost never. Not that I was ever a good little girl mind you. Still, Santa was pushed on me as a child. My parents force fed me old Claymation cartoons like Rudolph and Santa Clause is coming to town. Don’t get me wrong, I love the Christmas season, there is definitely something magical about it. Why my parents got all nostalgic with different Christmas movies was beyond my comprehension. I remember one Saturday morning bright and early my parents dressed me in an itchy red dress with red tights. The little black patten leather shoes hurt my feet something awful. They were taking me to see Santa at the mall. They were so excited. Their eyes twinkled and they couldn’t stop smiling and telling me how excited they were.  They constantly tried bribing me to get me to act the way they wanted. This just felt like another one of those tools. Yeah, I’m damaged and bitter about it. They must have asked me a thousand times what I wanted for Christmas. I told them and sure enough that’s the toy I got Christmas morning. The only problem was I had stumbled across all the gifts in moms closet a few weeks before Christmas. The next year I tested the myth by mailing a letter to Santa, telling him what I wanted for Christmas. I told no one and wasn’t’ surprised or even disappointed I didn’t get what I had asked for. The creepy old man who watches you when you’re sleeping, to scare young children into behaving in a particular way; well it’s just grooming us to be sheep. He didn’t get twelve months of probation when he broke into MY house. Yeah, I was over it. Fast forward a few years to when I was fifteen. My dad was in the Marine Corps. So, growing up we moved around a lot. My personality style was more the lone wolf type so I never really had friends. The Local VA had put up a sign looking for people who would babysit Christmas eve for mom’s who worked third shift while their husbands were deployed. It was suggested by my juvenile probation officer that I maybe show some initiative and “Volunteer”, to show that I was turning over a new leaf. It was also going to take three months off my probation, but no need to think about that. I took a class on Babysitting and another on CPR and signed up. Somehow, I ended up watching my aunt Glinda’s kids. I mean I was surprised to learn she was in the program. I had never thought that maybe someone I knew needed help. Anyway, she was working third shift and her husband was deployed to Iraq. It was actually really nice to have her kids. I already knew them, and they really were little angels. They were all full of the yes ma'ams and yes pleases. They said thank you and picked up their own messes without being told. Hell, they cooked me dinner. They even got ready and put themselves to bed. This was going to be a super easy fifty bucks. That night really did have a Christmassy feel to it. The house was modestly decorated. They had a real Christmas tree with colored blinking lights and homemade ornaments. The smell of pine wafted through the house every time a gust of wind blew. I looked out the window and the world had been transformed. The snow was still falling steadily. They lived in an old farmhouse that needed much repair. The smell and heat from the wood stove made me feel warm and comfortable. With the wind gusting the house made all kinds of strange noises and it made it difficult to fall asleep. It felt much more spooky than it did festive once the lights were out. That night while I was sleeping, I was awakened by a loud noise in the living room. As I lay there listening, I could hear the wind whistling and the squeaky old floors groaning with what sounded like heavy foot falls. Quick as a flash I got up out of bed and retrieved the Louisville slugger I had received for my eighth birthday. I never did like baseball, but I found the bat comfortin

Winter Survival Skills: part 2 Mike & Amy decompress from the trauma, generously. (Erotic Coupling) By m_storyman_x. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. We lay there a long time silently thinking and looking at each other, thinking about being grateful to be alive, and becoming closer to each other through this ordeal. “Mike,” She whispered "Yes?” “Will you suck on my tits?” “You sure,” I asked. In answer she sat up pulled her pj top off before sliding her pants down and off. She moved over to me completely naked as I unzipped my bag. She pulled my thermals up and tossed it aside before working my longjohns down and off. She tossed them aside and then straddled me, with her hot wet pussy rubbing along my hard dick. "Please,” She whispered as she leaned her body down to bring her two hanging globes in front of my face. I reached up and took both tits in my hands, and drew them to my mouth, sucking one of her nipples deep into my mouth as I squeezed her tit into a pointy cone. "Humm” she moaned quietly “that feels so good!” We sat there for some time, my mouth working first one tit and then the other. Her groin had been rubbing my dick with her wet lips for some time before I felt her lift up and take hold of my dick. I felt her wet lips envelope my dick as she pushed against me. She moaned again as she slid down my dick, pushing her upper body until she was almost upright, her head touching the top of the tent. She leaned forward a little, putting her hands on my chest for support and then began to slowly ride up and down my dick, rising until she was almost off and then sliding down slowly until she was at the bottom, and then continued to grind her pussy back and forth on me before starting the trip again. I still had hold of her tits and put my hands to good use squeezing and massaging her tits and playing with her nipples with my fingers. It’s obvious that her tits get very aroused and any attention they get, really turns her on. She set the pace, working to her liking, taking her time. I allowed her to take all the time she wanted, but she began to pick up the pace after a while, working in shorter strokes and driving against me with more force. Her actions and very tight pussy were having an effect and I was getting much closer to coming. “oh god oh god oh god” she whispered to no one in particular as her body began to shake. I pulled her lower, using her tits as handles and sucked a nipple into my mouth, rolling it against my tongue and the roof of my mouth. She ground her hips hard against me while she made small mewing sounds. She slowly lowered her body down to mine and rolled to the side, taking me with her. I continued the roll until I was on top of her, both our bodies still exposed to the cold air in the tent. “Fuck me now,” She whispered in my ear as she spread her legs wide so I could better stroke into her. She groaned and moaned quietly as I pushed my dick its full length time after time. She put her arms around my neck and pulled my head down as she pushed her tits toward my mouth as I stroked. "suck my tit,” She whispered in my ear. "Fill me with your cum. Pretend you’re squirting your juice all over my tits. Pretend my tits are wrapped around your big hard dick and its poking into my mouth with each stroke.” She panted in my ear. “Oh you feel so good,” She said in a squeaky voice. "You’re going to make me cum again,” I drove my dick deep into her and groaned as her body shuddered in time with my first squirt of cum. I unloaded shot after shot of hot juice into her, finally lowering myself on top of her, spent. We rolled onto my sleeping bag, both of us tired and drained, and starting to get cold. She snuggled against me, laying half on top of me. I zipped us in, snuggled like a cocoon. "That felt so nice. I haven’t been screwed in almost five years,” She said as she nuzzled my neck. "I’m glad you liked it,” I said, worried about where this is going. "You know, Nancy can never know about this,” She sai

Winter Survival Skills: part 1 -  Winter survival training becomes the real thing. (erotic couplings) By m_storyman_x. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Some years ago I took over as scoutmaster for a local troop of about fifteen guys. Over a three year period my troop grew from fifteen to over forty-five boys. With this came the need for leaders, and I was fortunate to have twelve active assistants, including two moms, one of them was Amy, the mother of my son’s best friend. Amy and my wife Nancy were best friends. Our sons were born within a few months of each other and both had a healthy desire to breastfeed. Nancy & Amy met at a mothers group and became friends. Our two sons were practically inseparable once they reached walking and talking age. As a result our two families spent much time and many activities together. Amy’s husband was, unfortunately, a deadbeat drunk, which resulted in me frequently being a “dad” figure to Chris. We even joked on occasions that Amy was my second wife, although not in “that” way. Not that I hadn’t had a few accidental peeks over the many years, but we respected the boundaries and that was that. Being a scout leader means that you frequently go on outings with boys, and this requires at least two leaders at all times. Amy was an active participant, believing that if her son wanted to go, she was willing to try it as well. This resulted in her attending many campouts and “high adventure” treks such as repelling, backpacking and canoeing. The boys had attended a number of winter campouts, and I had passed on a lot of my knowledge of winter camping and survival that I learned from my many winters as a kid in the northern part of the country, and my almost annual ice fishing trips into the northern wilderness of upper Minnesota and Wisconsin. Some of the boys wanted a more advanced taste, and we planned a winter trip to the Canadian high adventure camp. This trip would be complete with advanced classes on winter survival, such as how to trap food and deal with blizzard conditions. Getting leader training in the boy scouts is usually just a matter of finding or waiting for the right training class, and then going and getting certified. This kind of thing was regularly done for water training and such, but there were no training classes for winter survival or camping. After a number of calls to council headquarters, they agreed that my own personal certifications and experiences would allow me to create and teach a winter camping and survival class for leaders. The only problem now was how to conduct such a class in Missouri. The answer was to head up to Wisconsin during the early winter for training. A number of leaders enthusiastically agreed with the plan… that was until a few weeks before it was time to go and they realized they were going to have to slog through a foot or more of snow. In the end I had six male leaders and one female leader, Amy, besides myself that could go on the five day training trip. The trip started out normal enough. We left early in the morning for the nine hour drive, hitting the trail head just before dark. We had only planned on hiking in a mile or so the first day to make camp. It took a little while to get all our heavy clothing on and the trailer unpacked and everyone geared up, finally hiking out for our campsite just as the sun was hitting the tops of the trees. I wasn’t worried about light, the bright December moon was nearly full and already high in the sky as the sun slipped away. The guys, most of them in their late twenties to early thirties, tossed snow like a bunch of kids and had a great time for that first mile, slogging through foot deep powder in the crisp twenty degree air. It was an easy trek to find the site we selected, following the GPS right to the clearing in the heavy woods. This particular state park had a twisting twenty-eight mile loop trail that was off limits to snow-mobiles. In the summer it was a spectacular hike, with strea

The Big Idea: Sharing Her Stud; Best friend offers Her boyfriend to take Katie’s virginity. By DanDraper. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. KATIE’S STORY Katie woke up feeling like shit. She laid in bed wondering what the hell she was thinking of drinking as hard as she did last night. It took her a few minutes to realize she was fully naked under her blanket and suddenly remembered the incredibly handsome man she was hanging out with at the bar. She looked over at the other side of her bed. He was not there, nor were there any signs that he was around. She remembered him taking her home and her having to drag him into the bedroom. She thought long and hard, trying to remember if they had sex or not. “Oh, I remember now,” she said to herself. It took a moment, but she suddenly remembered feeling very sick. The guy recognized that she was going to throw up and quickly took her to the bathroom, got her head in the toilet, and she vomited like she had the Spanish flu. After that, everything was very hazy. She had no idea how she got naked and into her bedroom, or if she had had sex with the man she met. She doesn’t feel like she had sex, but then again, she wouldn’t know how it would feel afterwards. Katie was a virgin, or at least she thinks she still is, depending on what happened to her last night. She was setting out to finally have sex but was hoping to remember the experience as she hadn’t planned on drinking so heavily. She heard a noise outside of her bedroom, she could tell there was someone in her kitchen. If it was the man she took home last night, he could shed some light on the subject. She found some clothes to quickly put on and left the bedroom. She was incredibly nervous about seeing that man. She hoped she hadn’t fully embarrassed herself in front of him. As she reached the kitchen, her nervousness went away and was replaced with disappointment. It was not the sexy man she hoped she had sex with, but her best friend Jennifer, making coffee. “Good morning, sunshine,” said Jennifer. “Good morning,” Katie replied. “This is going to sound awkward, but did you see someone else around her before?” “Oh, you mean that super sexy Marine you took home last night?” Jennifer asked. “I have to say, you’ve got good taste.” Katie sat at the kitchen table, trying to ignore the massive hangover headache she was getting. “I don’t remember much after I vomited last night. I’m trying to piece together what happened.” “Let me fill in the gaps for you,” said Jennifer, as she got two cups of coffee ready for the both of them. She handed one to Katie and took the seat next to her. “He took you home because he saw how drunk you were from the way you were all over him despite how much he resisted your advances.” “He resisted me?” Katie asked. “I thought it was mutual.” “You were drunk, you thought what you wanted to think,” Jennifer reminded her. “So, after he took you home and you repeatedly tried to get him to fuck you, but he didn’t, he saw you were going to throw up and took you to the bathroom. After you vomited and began crying on the floor.” “I cried, oh no,” Katie said, looking very embarrassed. “He then looked through your phone and called me. When I came, he helped me get you washed up and undressed and took you to bed before he left, and I slept next to you all night.” “Oh God, I feel so stupid,” said Katie as she took a sip of her coffee. “Did the marine leave his number by any chance?” “Katie, that guy was gay,” Jennifer revealed. “I know because when I arrived, I first accused him of trying to take advantage of you. That’s when he told me he was gay and showed me proof by showing me photos on his phone of him and his boyfriend, some of which had them making out with each other.” Katie felt like the biggest idiot in the world. She couldn’t believe she spent the whole night hitting on a gay guy. “That means, it was all for nothing,” Katie began to say. “That means I’m still a ..” Katie stopped herself before she revea

The Widow Has A Daughter: part 2; The Daughter’s Approval Meant More Than I Knew. By bart23233. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. It was late June and I was headed to Linda’s after work. We’d planned a dinner out and I was going to stay the night. I arrived around 5:30pm and was met at the door by Lilly. He said, “Hi” and welcomed me inside. “I just got off the phone with mom. She’s had some work emergency and she’ll be at least an hour late. She said make yourself at home and she’d call when she left the office.” “Did she say what it was?” “No, just that she was sorry.” “Well,” I said. I guess we have time to talk. You’ve been so busy getting ready for college we haven’t had a long chat in a while.“ "Yes. Actually, there was something I wanted you to help me with.” She suddenly had a shy face and seemed unsure about continuing. “Come on, it’s me. You can tell or ask me anything. You know I’ve very fond of your mom and you,” I said hoping to make whatever it was easier for her. I took a chair from the table in the eat-in kitchen and turned it around to the counter. Lilly turned one of the counter-height stools to face me. She was dressed for the warm weather. She had a t-shirt on with the logo of her new college on it. Her skirt was a lightweight fabric and came halfway to her knee. There was no doubt, she was really cute. “So, how can I help? Something about college?” “Sorta. I don’t know if mom told you, but I’m still a virgin.” “No,” I said. “That really didn’t come up in our talks – I mean really outside of what we’d talk about. Okay. So, you’re a virgin. Lots of people are.” “I don’t want to go off to college as a virgin. So, I want to deal with it now.” “I thought you were still dating Bobby. It was not of my business, but I thought that he’d – well, picked your cherry.” She paused for a moment. “That’s part of the problem. Bobby would most likely screw it up, I mean with the hymen and all. He’s so dumb on these things!” “So. You want me to talk to Bobby and walk him through it so that he doesn’t screw it up?” “No. I don’t want Bobby!” I kind of understood not wanting a high school boy to be your first. They fumble around and finally get their little dicks in your pussy, blow their cum in under a minute and then rush off to tell their friends. The next day at school, before lunch, two of Bobby’s friends would ask Lilly for a date. I thought back to my high school days. I’d gotten into two pussies. The first was Megan because my buddy Doug had told me that she’d fucked him. So, I took her to Lover’s Lane and finally got her out of her panties, my dick in her cunt and I was done before I knew it. The other was Cindy. Back to Lover’s Lane. Getting her out of her panties was more of an effort. Finally, she was ready and I thrusted my dick into her pussy and facing some resistance before it went all the way in. It was her first time and I’d broken her hymen. Again, it took me about a minute to cum in her pussy and she was crying the whole time. Everyone deserves better memories of their first time than that. “Well, who do I talk to? Who and what do you want?” She stared at me. “I want you to fuck me. I trust you to do it right,” she said. “Thanks for the vote of confidence, but I’m with your mom and I’m pretty sure that fucking her daughter is way out of bounds!” “Don’t worry about mom. I can take care of her. I really need you to do this for me.” Her legs together, she lifted her feet from the bottom rung of the stool to the next ones up. It positioned her so that I was looking right at her knees. She slowly spread her legs. She had no panties. I was staring transfixed. I had expected to see her pubic area cover with fine, blond hair. There was none. Obviously, she had gotten waxed. The lack of pubic hair made her crotch seem even younger. Her legs were only slightly ajar at this point, but she slowly moved her knees apart. I could see her pussy lips. They were closed showing a slight line down the center. It was as