Steamy Stories Podcast

Dancing in the Rain - listen to the podcast at Steamy Stories Getting caught in a downpour leads to spontaneous passion I know it’s a cliché, I know it’s the thing of romantic comedies everywhere, but this really happened. My girlfriend Rose and I always like to walk through the park at night after dinner. The only reason tonight was different, was the rain in the forecast. It’s our ritual, it’s our way of unwinding after a long day, it’s our time to be alone, so we decided to go anyway. When we left for our walk, it was only sprinkling, just a misting really. Other than that it was a beautiful moonlit night, not too hot, and the light rain cooled us off. Rose wore a nice white and gray dress, I wore a button-up white business shirt. Little did we know that it was going to downpour and our clothes would become close to transparent. We planned on getting through our walk before the rain started, little did we know that it was going to pour seconds after we got to the park. As we got to the entrance to the park, the skies opened up and coated our bodies in cool rain. We looked at each other and laughed, they was too late to turn back now we were already soaked. Instead, we continued our walk enjoying the feeling of the cool rain on our skin. Rose looked so beautiful, the rain dripping off her face, her hair like she just got out of the shower, and her now soaked dress clung to her body, revealing everything. She looked at me and smiled, as she noticed my shirt was transparent as well, she could see my entire chest, still covered but exposed. We walked a little off of the path and decided to have a little fun in the rain, we danced together. Slowly swaying to the imaginary music in our heads, truly in sync with each other. We kissed and I gave her the old dip at the end of a romantic dance. With her bent over backwards and my arm supporting her, my other hand moved up her belly to her chest. She looked at me as my hand dipped inside of her dress and massaged her breast and pinched her nipple. She smiled at me, “what do you think you are doing?” I said, “look around, the rain has scared everybody inside, we are completely alone in this park, nobody would know.” She came back up and kissed me, “ok, just this once, but the clothes stay on…take me like this!” I did not argue as my hand went back inside of her dress, I pinched and played with her nipples until they stuck straight through the thin wet fabric. Then I brought my lips to where the fabric covered her nipples and sucked through the fabric. She softly let out a moan, and I knew this was going to be a night to remember. The rain continued to pour down our faces as we kissed passionately, exploring the inside of each other’s mouth with our tongues. Her hands stroked my chest through the fabric of my shirt and my hands pulled at her butt to pull her body close to mine. We made out for a while as our hands roamed over each other. My hands bunched up her dress as more of her legs became visible. Her fingers were at my zipper and lowered it, so her hands could come in to the warmth inside my pants. As I just about rose her dress above her waist, she stopped me, “remember, clothes stay on mister!” I stopped and moved my hands to under the fabric of her dress, dropping the dress around my arms. I could still get at everything, and if there was someone watching, they couldn’t see anything inappropriate. She had already fished my erection out of my pants and my head was starting to get wet from the downpour. Her finger rubbed the little hole at the peak and brought shivers down my back. My hands had her panties pushed down and my hands were grabbing at her bare backside. Reaching around to play with her opening. I could not believe that we were doing this in public view. Well, if anyone was outside they couldn’t have seen what I was doing. On the other hand, she had me out if my zipper and exposed. I leaned over and whispered in her ear, “you are so wet!” Which brought a laugh o

Brian v Lorna - Listen to the Podcast The high cost of cheating on your spouse. I was standing at the window looking down at the street four stories below when Shawna, my secretary, office manager, computer guru and all around everything opened my office door and told me there was a Mrs. Valerie Benson who wished to speak with me. I told her to send Mrs. Benson in and moved behind my desk. Shawna ushered Mrs. Benson in and I offered her my hand, introduced myself and asked her to have a seat. I sat down at my desk and asked: “What can I do for you Mrs. Benson?” “I’m hoping you can find my husband for me.” “May I ask who referred you to me?” “No one. I was leaving my attorney’s office and I saw the sign on your door that said Davis Investigations and I assumed you were a private investigator.” As she said that I mentally patted myself on the back again for being smart enough to set up my business close to a law office. I got a lot of business from people leaving the attorney’s office. “Why do you need someone to find your husband?” “I need to find him so I can divorce him.” “You don’t need to find him for that. I’m sure your attorney told you that you can divorce him for abandonment after a year’s absence.” “I can’t wait a year. I need to get rid of him before September 19th.” “Why is the date critical?” “I come into some money on September 20th and if I’m not rid of him by then he will end up getting half in the divorce and I don’t want that cheating son of a bitch to get a dime of it. I’m told a divorce will take six months so that just gives me eight months to find him and get rid of him.” “You could save yourself some money by just going to the police and file a missing person’s report and let them find him.” “My attorney told me it would be a waste of time. Since I’d kicked him out and told him I wanted nothing to do with him the police wouldn’t even take a report let alone look for him.” “Perhaps you should fill me in on the situation.” “I caught the asshole cheating on me and I kicked his ass out of the house, changed the locks and bought myself a gun. I told him if he tried to get into the house I’d shoot him in the balls. The house was mine before we married so he had no legal rights to it and to get in. He could have gotten a court order to get into to get his things, but he didn’t. He just left and I haven’t seen nor heard from him in over six months. The attorney told me that if we can find him quickly and have him served and he doesn’t fight the divorce it can all be over before I come in to the money. That gives me eight months to find him, serve him, and hope he doesn’t fight it. I don’t see why he would given that he has completely dropped out of sight and hasn’t tried to contact me at all.” I asked her for a list of relatives, friends and acquaintances, where he worked and anything else she could tell me that night give me a starting point. She told me he had no living relatives, but she gave me what she could and then said: “I don’t know the name of the floozy he was cheating on me with, but I did get her license plate number.” She gave it to me and I asked her how she had found out her husband was cheating. “I left work one day and I stopped at the CVC pharmacy on the way home. There is a motel across the street and I saw my husband’s truck in the parking lot. After filling my prescription I parked where I could watch his truck. About an hour later he came out of room 111 with a blond. They kissed, got in their cars and left. When she pulled out of the lot she went right by me and I got a look at her plate number and I wrote it down. I knew when I confronted him that evening he would deny it and say I was imagining things so I was going to throw her description, the room number and her plate number in his face when he denied it.” I told her what my rates were and she gave me a retainer. After she left I gave Shawna all the information Mrs. Benson had given me and told her to work her magic on the computer to

The Beverage Cart Girl - listen to the podcast on Steamy Stories A coed’s side job becomes an education in tumultuous lust. My folks recently moved to a large property in the hills outside of a major city. I thought it would be cool living in this urban setting not too far from the college I attended, but I soon found I needed to supplement both my time and pocketbook. One of my classmates mentioned a nearby golf course was looking for a beer cart girl. Her friend had worked there while in school, and said it was easy making good tip money, so long as you knew how to “play the boys right”. “Tammy, most of them like cute/sexy”, she said. “Chat ‘em up, laugh at their dumb jokes, but cut them off if they get out of line. And most of all, wear clothes that show off that tight little body of yours.” The last comment felt vague to me. I was hardly one to have to fend off many boys through high school. I was slim yet strong, having run cross country and hurdles. My body had stopped growing at 5'1" and a lithesome 32A-22-33 figure, and I considered myself plain. It didn’t help that my dad was the weightlifting coach and put the fear of God into suitors. Since I had little experience around older men like the ones I’d encounter, she ran me through some scenarios to help me get the feel of it. It all seemed pretty simple, so I applied for it and got the job. At first it was OK. Sure, I would get bored hearing their dumb stories and comments, but the tips made up for it as I followed my classmate’s suggestions. After a while I became more comfortable with role playing and started buying cuter outfits while honing my skills at flirting with these guys. Truth be told, most were easy to manipulate, and I found pleasure in seeing just how much tip money I could extract from them. As the next semester came around, my available days changed. I was disappointed to lose Ladies’ Wednesdays and hearing all about the goings on, especially when it came to the salacious trysts among the members. These ladies knew all, and I began to understand the critical value of discretion. The rundown on who was sedate, who was fun and playful, and who was a Lothario helped me proactively manage my interactions with them while maximizing my income. They taught me some tricks as well, confiding in me that wimpy men would spend more on you just for the pleasure of your time and company. “Greg West is known to dole out hundreds just to be near a woman,” Margie told me once. “That poor sap! He’s not bad looking, and with a little confidence and guidance could be getting laid once in a while.” Rita chimed in. “What will your workdays be now?” “Tuesdays, Fridays and the weekends.” “You’ll enjoy Tuesdays for sure,” she responded. There’s a foursome of eye candy that any woman would love to wrap themselves around. All four at once would be dee-liciuos! I wouldn’t be surprised if they’ve pulled that off more than once.“ "Who are they?” “Phil, Steve, Ralph and Gerry. We call them the surf brats. That’s how they met and became friends. But beware, they’re well-seasoned. You’ll have to be in top form around them.” I was certainly interested in seeing what these four were about. It wasn’t long before the surf brats and I crossed paths. As described, they were thirty-somethings that were athletic and fun. I confirmed that they swam and surfed together back in college, and by the looks of their physiques had kept it up, much to the pleasure of the women I would see swooning over them at the club. I was especially interested in Gerry. He was about 6’ tall, with that strong, tapered swimmer’s body that looked scintillating. I found myself looking forward to their company, even dressing special just for them, but Gerry’s eyes and voice cut through all that, like he knew there was lust beginning the brew within me. And he’d be right. Those eyes both melted and moistened me in a way I’d never felt before. On one particularly slow Tuesday I drove through a sheltered part of the cour

Innkeeper’s Tryst - listen to the podcast at Steamy Stories The  Holiday cottage owner entertains guests. Joe could not prevent his dirty mind getting carried away as he fantasized about his next guest. Lea looked stunning in her profile photo on the booking app: erotic platinum blonde hair, alluring facial features, wicked smile and a look of naughtiness in her eyes. He could be wrong and she might well have zero interest in him, but he had a hunch that she was going to be as wild as she looked. He felt that familiar stirring of his libido as he anticipated her visit. She reminded him of a woman he had met and had wine-fuelled sex with at a travel industry networking event the year before, which took place at a remote old country house that had been adapted as a conference centre. Gabriella was a rep from a tour operator who had been seated next to Joe at the welcome lunch. They had chatted and flirted increasingly shamelessly over endless champagne. She was in her late forties, at least, he guessed. Slim, long straight natural blonde hair, pert boobs, seductive smile and the most luscious pink lips (which she was expert at licking in the most erotic manner). By the mid-afternoon they were tipsy and horny as hell. She had made the first move while they were still at the table. Sliding her arm under the linen tablecloth so that no one else would notice, she had run her fingers up his leg, caressing his inner thighs through the tight trousers of his bespoke suit. As usual he wasn’t wearing underwear, so when her fingertips reached his crotch she could easily feel his cock, swollen and pulsing against the tight fabric as she stroked him. She leaned towards him to whisper, ‘You’re a big boy, aren’t you?’ To this he had gasped and replied, 'That’s the effect you have on me!’ She rubbed harder. He tried not to moan out loud. She whispered again, 'Let’s take this to the cocktail bar.’ He grinned at the way she stressed the syllable “Cock”. Joe followed Gabriella out of the dining room to the lounge bar, trying to be discreet by following a few steps behind her, not that he really cared whether anyone else noticed them slipping off to have a drink together. Truth was he wanted to check her out from behind. She wore elegant black heels, a short black skirt (legs bare) and a cobalt blue silk blouse, which during the lunch had been unbuttoned enough to show her generous cleavage- she had seen him ogling and grinned at him. From behind she looked stunning, striding like a catwalk model, flicking her long hair, swishing her waist and showing off her tight buttocks as they strained against the tight material of the obscenely short skirt (no visible panty line, he was pleased to see). Was he mistaken or could he smell her too? Was she wearing knickers? He determined to find out. They sat at high stools in the far corner of the candlelit bar. As she wiggled her way up onto the stool, turning it to face his, her legs parted and he could almost see up her skirt. He could definitely smell her cunt now: a rich aroma of pure sexuality wafting his way. She ordered a gin martini; he had a negroni, served by a discreet barman who knew Joe from a previous visit when Joe had been hosting an event there. At that moment he had an unbidden moment of fantasy, imagining inviting the guy to join him and Gabriella in his room, suspecting (correctly, as he would discover later) that she loved threesomes. Meanwhile, he raised his glass to her and they toasted: 'To pleasure!’ As she knocked back her drink he saw her legs part again, revealing a brief glimpse of a tiny white triangle of material – so she was wearing panties. They were as close as they could be, sitting on separate stools. He considered suggesting they move to one of the sofas, but for now they were content to be facing each other, legs touching, eyes locked, smiles hinting the kisses they both yearned to give and receive. How to get her up to his room, or hers? She took the next step again

Emergency Callgirl - listen to the podcast at Steamy Stories An escort asks her best friend for help on a job. Erotic Appointment: Sophie stared at her friend in shock. “You can’t be serious!” Millie was red-faced, but desperate. “Please? There’s nobody else I can ask. I need your help.” “How long have you been doing this?” “Almost two years.” “Two years?” Sophie exclaimed. “And you kept it from me? We’ve been best friends for twenty years, ever since kindergarten. How could you not tell me?” “Look, it started when I took that trip to Australia to see my grandmother just before she died. I had exhausted my savings just getting down there. I had no money for the return trip or to cover my rent or car payment when I did get back.” “Okay,” Sophie said. “You could have called me. I would have found a way to help.” “I almost did. But then I was sitting in a bar in Sydney, drinking my last twenty dollars. A creepy, older man tried to pick me up. I said No. I turned him down flat. Then he offered me money. And I said Yes. I have been saying Yes ever since. I built a website and advertised on various escort sites. I got a new phone for my new job. And I was too embarrassed to tell you any of that.” Sophie realized that she had no right to judge Mellie. She had herself once been living with a boyfriend she’d come to despise. But she’d delayed ending the relationship because he was paying the rent and she couldn’t afford a place of her own. She’d had sex with a guy for financial reasons. Morally, she’d made the same choice as her friend. It would be hypocritical to refuse her friend this favor. “All right,” she said, reluctantly agreeing. “I’ll do it. Just don’t expect me to make a habit of this. When and where does this happen?” “Tonight. I’ve booked a room at the Brighton Hotel,” Mellie said, relieved that she wouldn’t have to cancel. “What do I wear to something like this?” Sophie asked, picturing a Victoria’s Secret runway model. “Something comfortable but attractive. Jeans and a T-shirt. Or a dress if you’d like. It doesn’t have to be sexy, so long as we don’t look like slobs.” “Lingerie?” “Not necessary. See, we don’t have to seduce these guys. No effort required. The moment they went on my website and clicked the ‘Book Appointment’ link, the seduction was accomplished. I don’t usually bother with underwear at all. Less to take off and put on again. But bring a swimsuit. We can use the hotel pool before the appointment.“ "And after?” Sophie said, thinking how dirty she would probably feel afterward. “Well, you can get back in the pool afterward,” Mellie agreed. “I won’t have time. I have more than one date scheduled tonight.” “How many?” “Four more. Five, altogether. If nobody cancels, it will be a busy night.” “Five? Really? You’re going to let five different guys fuck you? In one night?” “That’s the job,” Mellie said with a light laugh. “I’ve been fucked by more than a thousand men in the two years I’ve been at this.” “You count them?” “I do, yes. At first, I kept a journal, detailing each encounter. But it got to be too tedious. The experiences are exciting and fun but writing about them gets repetitive. Eventually, I was just making quick notes of the date, the location, and a description of the guy with whatever name he gives me. And since I always verify appointments by phone, I also have each guy’s number. And I put it all in a database file. It helps a lot when I get repeat clients and regulars. I can look at my records and know a guy’s likes and preferences. And, as a bonus, I know for a fact that I’ve been with over a thousand different men.” “Wow,” Sophie whispered. “Aren’t you afraid of getting pregnant? Or a disease?” “I’m on birth control. And there is this special tree that grows in Australia. The Spotted Melaleuca. It produces an oil that enhances the human immune system. Almost 100% of infections are prevented. And the very few that aren’t stopped completely are too weak and damaged to cause any harm. A girl I me

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

Discovering Amy: Swallowing Arts - listen to the podcast at Steamy Stories Amy gives her first blowjob. (Author’s note: Part 4 picks up immediately after part 3.) Amy had been sitting with her eyes closed in a state of utter relaxation, wrapped in Tommy’s strong embrace. Suddenly they opened, and looking down, she saw Tommy’s erection, still straining against his shorts. “Oh, Tommy, I’m so sorry, I totally forgot about…that,” she gestured to his crotch. “Are you sure I can’t, you know, help take care of it? It seems so unfair to leave you that way.” Tommy glanced at the TV. There were maybe ten minutes left in the movie. Plenty of time really. But he was still worried. “Amy, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t WANT you to. But I’m just concerned about making another mess all over you, or worse, on your parents couch!” Amy looked sad, then thoughtful. She looked up at him suddenly, with a gaze that was both shy yet determined. “I have…I have an idea,” she said, her voice shaking, “but I don’t know what you’ll think of it.” Tommy looked at her quizzically, so she continued, “I could…I could, you know, put it in my…in my mouth.” She blushed at her own brazen words. Tommy’s eyes went wide. “You mean…?” Amy simply nodded. Her face still flushed but also filled with love and determination. “Yes,” she answered. “I want to please you that way. Please?” she begged, pouting. Her plea broke any remaining willpower he had left to resist. He kissed her, then smiled. “How could I possibly refuse that pretty face?” he chuckled. He sat back, loosened his shorts, then slid them down. His cock sprung free immediately. Despite having seen and touched it in this state earlier that evening, Amy still couldn’t help but giggle at how his penis bounced and twitched all on it’s own. “What would be the, you know, best way to, you know, do that?” she asked, suddenly feeling bashful. “Um,” Tommy thought, “maybe on your knees? On the floor?” Amy nodded and slid down to the floor, placing herself between Tommy’s legs. This seemed like a good position, she thought, as she got her first really good, close up look at his penis. There was a long, thick vein that ran up the underside of it, from the bottom of the shaft up to the strange indentation of flesh just under the tip that reminded Amy vaguely of her own folds just above her clit. She observed his balls again, in their strange little sack of flesh, covered in small dark hairs. “It’s all such a strange looking thing,” she thought to herself, “but somehow beautiful, and arousing.” Amy took his throbbing member in her hand, feeling it pulse in her grip, then started to lean forward towards it. Just as her lips approached his swollen head, she froze. Letting go, she looked up at him, suddenly afraid. “I…,” Amy started, “I don’t…I don’t know what I’m doing,” she stammered. “What if I hurt you?” “You don’t have to do this, Amy, we can stop right now,” Tommy said, concerned. “No, no, I’m just…I wanna do good,” Amy smiled weakly, “just afraid I won’t be.” “Relax, take your time, go slow, you’ll be fine baby. I’m so worked up this won’t take long anyway,” he laughed, calming her. Then he echoed her earlier words, “I’ll guide you if needed, ok?” She nodded, smiled, then advanced once more towards his throbbing cock. She felt Tommy’s hand touching her face in gentle reassurance, then brushing her hair back away from it. She met his gaze and smiled. Her lips found his head and kissed it tentatively. As before in the woods when she touched it for the very first time, it suddenly started bouncing up and down like a diving board someone just leapt from. She suppressed her mirth this time, determined to get down to business. Again taking his thick shaft in her tiny hand, she held it steady, as she kissed the tip more confidently now. Tommy gasped, feeling the warmth of her lips make contact with his sensitive glans. Feeling bolder, Amy parted her lips and slowly took the tip in her mouth. Tommy winced suddenly, and whispe

Discovering Amy: Finger Magic - listen to the Podcast Amy gets fingered for the first time. 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

Discovering Amy: The Guilt - listen to the Podcast Amy cleans up, then has a few minutes of alone time. 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 a

Discovering Amy: The Hike - listen to the Podcast Two life long friends start to explore intimacy together. by D j mac 1031 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 q