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 A Free-Spirited Woman Named Hannah - Listen to the Podcast  A lady is sore and needs a massage. This is a story of a woman in her mid 30’s who is no virgin but is no slut either. Her name is Hannah. She is trim with a shaved pussy and brunette hair long past her shoulders and full lips. Hannah starts her day feeling pretty sore from an intense game of tennis the day before. She thinks maybe she could use a massage to ease up her sore muscles. Her legs are definitely sore and feel that a nice massage will bring them back to life again. She puts her hair up in a casual style so that the oil of the massage doesn’t ruin her hair. Downtown is where the only massage parlor is. She has never gone there before but thinks today is the day. After lunch, she heads downtown and checks in at the massage parlor. There she meets a young possibly college intern and greets this young lady. The young girl responds and says, “Hi. How are you?” Hannah says to her, “Well hi. I was wondering if I could get in for a massage today?” The young girl answers and says to Hannah, “Yes, you can get in in just a couple of minutes. The masseuse is cleaning up a massage room and should be almost ready.” “I don’t remember seeing you before. Could you please fill out our check in form?” Hannah fills out the form and hands it to the young lady. Then she tells Hannah, “You can change into a robe in the locker room just to the door on your right.” Hannah enters the locker room and changes into her robe. Hannah’s legs are truly sore today and she is looking forward to some relief. She wonders what kind of masseuse she will have and is a bit nervous being nude except for her robe. She cinches the belt tight and waits to enter the massage room. She notices a sign over a door labeled “Massage”. Hannah only waits for about 30 seconds and the light comes on. She then enters the massage room, disrobes, and looks at the massage table. This one is different. The place for her legs is split wide so that each of her legs will be separated. She thinks it’s so that the masseuse can reach her back and shoulders more easily. Hannah removes her robe. She is now naked in a strange room and feels a bit uncomfortable. She lies down on the massage table face down and places a towel over her bare bottom. She feels exposed due to that leg split and her bare pussy. Hannah is a little shy about this. But she also has a secret that being exposed like that kind of turns her on and she can feel a tingling in her pussy from this. She even starts to get a little wet already. She tries to think of something that will distract her and get her to calm down. After a minute or so the masseuse walks in and introduces himself. “Hi, my name is Al, nice to meet you.” Al is wearing a robe himself but it appears he may be nude underneath that robe. But Hannah’s legs are so sore she quickly dismisses the thought from her mind and concentrates on the upcoming massage. Hannah then says “Hi Al. My name is Hannah. Nice meeting you too.” Al asks Hannah, “Is there any special area that needs extra attention?” Hannah says, “Oh yeah, my legs and especially my calves are pretty sore. That’s what brought me in here.” Al then tells Hannah, “OK then we will give those pretty legs a little extra work-over.” They make some small talk before Al tells Hannah, “Are you ready for some nice warm oil?” Al sprinkles some on her feet and calves and slowly works that oil on her calves and down to each of her feet and down to her toes. He gently massages it all over her toes and even in between each and every one. Al rubs it in, over and around her feet and rubs the bottom of her feet working it into her skin. Hannah thinks to herself, “Boy this feels fantastic!” She is very happy she decided to get this massage. Hannah feels the nice warm oil on her lower legs causing those tight muscles to loosen up. She knows that she made the right decision to come to the parlor today. He lifts first one calf and then the other,

Weekend Servicing - listen to Podcast Just another (not) normal day at work. 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 grated on

Meg: Part 1 - listen to the Podcast on Steamy Stories Part 1: Meg meets someone new at a wedding. 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

A Helping Hand. -  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 a

The Compliment Slut. - I complement my way into sex with a series of guys. by Anonymous Nin for Literotica,  listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.   The craziest thing about life is you can compliment any random stranger and they will just start talking to you. The discovery of this phenomenon blew my mind. My older brother gave me this book called How to Win Friends and Influence People right before I left for college. I read it straight through in two sittings and it changed my life. The main takeaway I got from the book is that you can just compliment anyone and they will talk to you. It’s pretty incredible. To quote Carnegie: it’s one of those powers you just habitually fail to use. So my first year of college started and I’ve been complimenting at least 5 people a day. At first I was nervous and I would only compliment other girls. Like: “hey, I like your shoes.” Or: “hey, you look so good today.” But as the weeks have gone by I’ve grown more confident and now I mostly compliment cute boys. It’s crazy how many phone numbers I have in my phone right now just from complimenting cute boys as I walk across campus. “Everyone likes a compliment.” I’m getting better at complimenting people too. At first all my compliments were super generic and usually just about clothes. My compliments are growing more specific. They are still usually about clothes or jewelry. That’s just the easiest thing to compliment about a person. About me: I was a virgin when I began college. I fell for the fad of ash blonde hair. It looks good but I’m sick of it at this point. The ash blonde hair looks good in contrast with my tan lifeguard skin. The first guy I had sex with was named Derek. I think I complimented his Vans and we talked and he asked me for my phone number. Later in the week we went out and got ice cream and then went back to his dorm room. The sex was ok. Derek was super fit and good looking and lasted long, but I think I was too nervous to really enjoy myself. I think Derek had a good time. I was happy to be deflowered. Our sex was really nice and simple. Derek and I kissed on his bed. Slowly our kissing escalated and we touched one another. Derek then rolled on top of me and slipped it in. I didn’t really feel anything. No, that’s not right. It’s more like I don’t know what I was expecting it to feel like. I don’t know what I was looking for. At least Derek was a good kisser. I just focused on his lips kissing mine as he slid in and out of me. Derek lasted a while but eventually we pulled out and came in the condom. We kissed for a while, still naked. I then dressed, said goodbye, and went back to my dorm. Looking back, sex with Derek is about as good as a first time that a girl can ask for. He was fit, and a good kisser. The second guy I complimented into a lay was named Sam. I complimented his forest-green Gymshark one day at the Campus Gym. Sam and I talked about lifting and working out for a while. I asked Sam if I could just follow him through his workout and he said yes. We did some squats and leg stuff and ate lunch together. I asked Sam for his phone number and we started texting one another right away. We coordinated to work out again later in the week. This time we did an upper body day with pull ups and other pull exercises. We ate lunch together and Sam asked me if I was down to come over and watch a movie or something in the evening. I said yes, with a big smile on my face. I stressed the rest of the day on what to wear when I went over to Sam’s. I decided on this really short black sundress I bought right before college and a cute silver necklace. I went over to Sam’s and he showed me into his dorm room. Sam’s room had two beds. Luckily his roommate was out of town for a College track meet. I think he was in Wisconsin or some shit. Anyways, Sam and I watched 2001 on his tiny dorm room bed. I love Kubrick and was the one that selected the movie off Netflix. Thirty minutes into the movie, Sam’s hand found mine

Pandemic Passions - listen to the Podcast on Steamy Stories Two people overcome OCD during the lockdown. “Thank you all for your participation today,” Robert said through his microphone, “Thank you for your patience once again for any technical difficulties we experienced today. I think the glitches we ran into, though, were great ways to exercise our tolerance of imperfection. I heard today that some of you have found maintaining your progress in conquering obsessiveness to be difficult during the pandemic restrictions. What’s easy to forget, though, are the successes you have made. We often tend to overlook them, but I heard way more victories than defeats this week. I encourage everyone not to ignore those victories. I hope that until we meet again next week, you all continue to find ways to challenge yourselves and to say ‘no’ to that obsessive voice. Say 'yes’ to getting out of your comfort zone. Until next time.” Robert waved goodbye at his webcam, and a number of people chimed in to say goodbye or simply waved back. As the virtual meeting closed on his laptop screen, Jordan picked up his phone to fire off a quick text to Angela, a fellow group attendee he had connected with when the group was still held in-person before the COVID-19 pandemic. If the pandemic had not struck, Jordan thinks he and Angela would have started dating officially. They got as far as almost, maybe, perhaps, fooling around together once after one of their group sessions. Or, maybe not. Jordan could never be sure. His anxiety always reminded him to doubt. “Another good session,” Jordan texted. Jordan set his phone down and left his desk for his usual routine. He washed his hands for twenty seconds under the water and used his hand towel to dry between every finger. Then, he went about his room to make sure his picture frames and Marvel figurines were lined uniformly. Somehow, they never were in order even though he never touched them since he last inspected them. A buzz came from Jordan’s phone. Angela had sent a reply. “I can’t take it anymore. My roommate is out for the night. She won’t be back until Friday. Come over.” Jordan’s heart bounced and there was tightness in his chest. He remembered back to the second session of group therapy where Robert spoke about psychical warning signs in the body. Jordan identified his signs as a racing heart, tightness in the chest, and sweaty feet. He wiggled his toes. Yup, his feet were sweaty. These were the warning signs that anxiety was coming on. Robert’s wise voice echoed in Jordan’s head, “When you notice your warning signs, remember your coping skills.” Jordan breathed in through is nose and out through his mouth. He repeated the exercise a few times, and once he was calmer, he looked at his phone again at Angela’s message. What should he do? “Say 'yes’,” Robert’s voice echoed again. Jordan slapped the side of his head. “Get out of there, Robert!” Jordan glanced at his phone again, and noticed Angela’s smiling face in her profile picture. Surely, he couldn’t say 'no’ to that? With heavy thumbs, he punched in the three letters Y-E-S, and fired them off. Jordan scrambled to change out of his clothes. He hadn’t worn presentable outdoor wear since the start of the pandemic. The warning signs were coming on as he swapped clothes. Jordan resorted to a raspy, interrupted breathing as he tried to inhale through the nose and exhale through his mouth while he wrestled with his clothes. He grabbed a medical mask from his pantry, which had turned into some type of apocalyptic bunker with supplies stacked to the ceiling, and shot towards his door. “Do I need to bring anything else?” Jordan’s anxiety voice asked. Jordan reviewed the message from Angela again. No, she didn’t ask for anything, but perhaps it would be polite to? What was the nature of this gathering? “I can’t take it anymore. My roommate is out for the night. She won’t be back until Friday. Come over.” No, Jordan thought. Get your mind out of the gutte

Welcome to Steamy Stories                                                         This daily podcast features the best developing authors of love stories, along with exotic journals of passionate & explicit human interaction.Our narrators are a select group of voices and we innovate this medium with A.I. technologies.Our curators have selected stories each day, bringing a diverse collection of storylines. Some are historic, some are futuristic, but they all relate to the human quest of physical and emotional desires, for sexual expression.We delve into the youthful discovery of sexuality. We chronicle the vast expressions of healthy affection and sex drive.  We feature the creative ways that real people overcome life’s adversities and limitations, and still find sexual fulfillment.And we celebrate the successes of people who restore losses in their love life, and go on living in a pleasurable and generous way.Balanced Sexuality is essential to healthcare, for body, soul, and spirit.Subscribe to this podcast in your mobile apps, browsers, and email formats. And now; today’s story. Welcome to Steamy Stories                                       ... October 01, 2021 at 12:28PM https://archive.org/download/once-is-an-accident/Steamy-Stories.mp3

Quarry First Time - listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories Enjoying the summer sun. My introduction to sex in the water outdoors was with my first girlfriend, but always very discreetly at night. Being teenagers, we often had sex outdoors, though the local lake was not a public place to go swimming, much less have sex. We were never caught in the water, though there was a time when a cop shined his light in the car, with my hand still under her shirt.As the years and girlfriends went by, I learned about other places to swim outdoors. Having moved to the countryside, I rented a room from a married couple. On one very hot day, the wife mentioned she knew a small flooded quarry close by, something of a local secret. This was explained while sharing a bowl with me and my then girlfriend, leading naturally to deciding that Chris and I would go swimming.Something that came together quickly, a deflated raft fitting easily into one of the bike’s saddle bags. With a couple of large towels in the other bag, ready to ride as normal in the summer, just jeans and a t-shirt under a leather jacket. The quarry was both close and easy to find, turning onto an unpaved entrance road, then taking the first left, going over a rise before seeing the water. It was small and fairly well hidden, but definitely enticing, especially after riding the last 100 yards in dry dust.Going a bit beyond and turning back, the best parking possibility seemed under a shade tree. The bike was not particularly noticeable, separated from the dry dirt track by 5 yards and a fair amount of brush.The place continued to look surprisingly inviting, as if very few people ever came here anymore. We walked to water’s edge, not quite a beach, but the area would function well enough to put in the raft and leave our towels and clothes. The water felt refreshing when we put our hands in, kneeling next to each other. Rising, undressing quickly, having already taken off the helmets and jackets, leaving them at the bike.Seeing her pale skin and unshaved red hair was glorious as I inflated the raft. She went in still wearing a thin white t-shirt, saying that the water felt wonderful as I inflated the raft. As soon as it was fairly rigid, I brought it into the water, taking time to look around. We were here on an August work day, but it was obvious that this place had not been worked for decades. The small rusted steam shovel was one of the ways to guess, as was the size of the wild growing trees.Abandoned flooded quarries combine artificial and natural in intriguing fashion, one we were about to experience stoned and naked on a bright summer day. We floated together, each one on a side of the raft, our feet and legs only occasionally brushing. An occurrence that felt fantastic, the hair of her legs creating magical sensations, with neither of us doing anything but floating together.Both of us were too young to have ever had any actual hippy experiences, yet this was a perfect recreation, particularly as Chris never shaved, adding a halo of floating hair around and between her legs. Weed, little clothing, water, glorious sunshine, warm touching skin and cool flowing water. Chris shared the same wonderful horniness of my first two girlfriends, but today, we simply let the currents carry us along.The raft had a rope, prompting her to drift a bit further, a fantastic sight of white skin, erect nipples obvious under the free floating fabric, and an exposed full red bush. Her foot stretched, not quite making the goal obvious, both knowing what games we would be playing, taking a luxurious amount of time to sensually indulge ourselves first.The difference between nudity and sex remained fairly obvious, even with a couple in a relationship. However, floating and growing increasingly attuned to the sensations, we knew that inevitably, our contact would grow ever more delightfully intimate. We were in public in a sense, basically naked in a place without permission to be, yet this had alread

Conception Rock - listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories Two Couples Enjoy Labor Day with each other.  Becky sighed, “Jan, that was great. Just the thing after a long trip.” Eddie agreed, “Oh, yeah. A cold beer and a good sandwich is what we needed.” “Can I get you another?” asked Pete. Eddie chugged the last of his first beer, “Yes, sir. Don’t mind if I do.” They talked for a few minutes but it was obvious Becky and Eddie were nodding off. When Eddie finished his beer, Jan showed them to their room. As Jan and Pete climbed into bed, she snuggled against him. “You think they’re making love?” “I doubt it. They were awfully tired.” “Maybe Becky was faking so she could get him into bed.” “Could be. I remember being in a strange bed always turned you on. Like you were making love to a stranger.” She pulled his hand to her breast, “Still does.” Becky and Eddie had moved into the house next door a couple of years before Jan and Pete retired. It was great having newlyweds next door, watching their loving commitment to each other. Becky was far from home, having moved to be with Eddie in his new job and appreciated having Jan as a friend. Pete enjoyed watching the two of them together, Jan with the longer, trimmer body and Becky with her padding. Becky’s blond hair was usually in a pony tail, the look of youth. Jan preferred her dark hair short, almost manly. Eddie, as a new home owner, called on Pete often for advice. Eddie was in good shape, usually beat Pete in racquetball at the Y. And Eddie had a youthful head of straw like blond hair that Pete, with his gray sideburns envied. When Pete and Jan retired, they moved to the lake and he couldn’t tell who was more upset by the separation, Jan or Becky. This labor day was their first weekend together since the move. In the morning, Jan and Becky went into the little town to do some shopping. Pete took Eddie out on the dock and they fished. And drank beer. Fortunately, no fish interrupted them. When the ladies returned, Pete fired up the grill and when the coals were just right, he put on some foil wrapped vegetables. A few minutes later, he added two steaks, and a few minutes after that, two more. Jan came out with plates and Becky followed with a bowl of salad. Pete cleared the grill and a late lunch was served. “Now that was wonderful,” trilled Becky. “I’ve never had a steak that tasted so good.” Pete pounded his chest, “Me man. Me make fire. Cook meat good.” Eddie laughed, “No, it was more than that. Good cuts, well seasoned and cooked just enough.” Pete had cooked his and Eddie’s medium rare, but had left the other two fillets on a bit longer for the ladies. They sat for a while, basking in full bellies, the guys with a beer buzz, the ladies sipping wine. Becky stood, stretching like a cat, her hands above her head, pushing out her ample breasts. They were all watching and Pete felt a stirring in his groin and wondered if it affected Eddie. Looking at the smile on Jan’s face, he wondered if it affected her. Becky was not fat, but she was well padded; nice breasts and fanny. Her blond hair fell to just below her shoulders and Pete couldn’t help but wonder what it would look like spread on a pillow. She was shorter than Jan, a little over five foot, but when she smiled, she was six foot tall. Jan caught him looking and grinned. Jan was no slouch. She had nice tits, a tight ass and a wicked smile that went all the way to her brown eyes. Jan asked, “Nap time?” Becky shook her head, “No, I’m going for a walk. See if I can work off some of that delicious meal.” Pete stood, “Good idea. I’ll go with you. Jan? Eddie?” Jan shook her head, “No, not me. Go ahead, I’ll clean up here.” “And I’ll help,” said Eddie. Pete hesitated. Did ‘nap time’ mean she wanted Pete to take her to bed and make love to her or was it just Pete’s dirty mind? He was leaving Jan, his beautiful wife with Eddie and Eddie was good looking. All of six foot with wavy brown hair and a solid body. Pete wasn’t sur

Lick Me - listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories A man leaves the office, only to find a delightful coworker surprise. 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 forth down