Steamy Stories Podcast

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.  Steamy-Stories.mp3And now; today’s story. Welcome to Steamy Stories                                       ... October 01, 2021 at 12:28PM

White Tail Eagles: part 2 - listen to the Podcast Brian and Robyn continue North. Brian is on his way to Scotland to see White Tailed Eagles. While still not far from home he picked up Robyn, every red blooded man’s best possible dream girl. “If we stop about 5:30, that be OK?” “You’re driving, I’m happy to stop when you are.” “OK navigator, you’ve got the map and the site guides are in the glove box. Somewhere you fancy between 4:30 and 6:00. It’s dual carriageway to Oxford so about a couple of hours if the traffic behaves. Somewhere an hour or so after Oxford. You’re in charge Ms. Scout.” It was a delightful drive with periods of contemplative silence interspersed with navigational instructions and observations. I realised why I missed using maps for navigation as soon as she told me ‘the Ridgeway Path’ runs across just here and much later on 'that’s the River Glyme’. You don’t get that kind of stuff on a Sat-Nav. We pulled into the car-park of a pub on the Stour a bit after 5 and not very far off route. It was perfect, a small section at the bottom of the car-park set aside for camper vans had electric hook-ups, a fresh water supply and grey water disposal. Willows lined the river bank. “This do?” “Looks absolutely perfect,” I replied with a smile. “Mind if I have a shower?” “Not at all. I’ll go and tell the Landlord we’re here then I’ll go after you. Is 7 too early to eat?” “Sounds good. I could wait and we can shower together,” she grinned. “Or I could rustle up some coffee and make the bed. We could try it for size for a while?” I leered dirtily. “Be as quick as I can!” We sat in the swivelled Captains chairs facing into the habitation end and supping our mugs of coffee. The silver screens were up and the blinds down. It was warm, cosy and we were both naked. “Did you mind me blowing you with that guy watching?” she asked tentatively. “Hey! I’m a porn star remember? Used to a full production crew being present,” I laughed, “quite enjoyed it actually especially after seeing his little weaner, probably wouldn’t have reached the back of your mouth much less filled your throat… y'know you did take a hell of a lot for someone who’d not had a cock that size before. I’m very impressed.” “I’ve not had a cock that size anywhere near me until today but that hasn’t stopped me practicing with suitable dildos, just in case I met you. There’s two things I think you should know about me; I love sex, addicted to it, in all its forms. It’s a hobby. I don’t think I’m a nympho, like I don’t shag just anything with a cock but, given the right persuasion, I could change my mind. I’ve enjoyed group sex and have no problem with having an audience as I said and have probably proved. I love the taste of spunk in my mouth and the feel of spunk on my body, as I believe I’ve also demonstrated. I don’t think I’ve got any hang-ups. If I have I haven’t discovered them yet. I haven’t found anything I dislike. I wouldn’t want to be arrested for indecent behaviour in a public place but…” By this point I was grinning like the cat that had just been dumped in a dairy and been told I had to have fresh, double cream every day for the rest of my life. “And the second thing?” I prompted. “You’re not worried? It doesn’t shock you?” I pointed at my rock hard cock pressed firmly up against my flat belly. “Ask him and kindly explain to him why you’ve been hiding from us all my life.” Without taking her eyes off me she somehow drained her mug, wiped the back of her hand across her mouth, slide out of her seat and got between my parted knees. Robyn glanced down. Her mouth split in a wide, filthy grin and her eyes sparkled with delight. “Shit! That’s big.” She tried to lift it away from my belly and found it difficult. “Fuck! That’s hard!” “But it’s still not 10 inches,” I replied chuckling at her delight. “You sure? I’ve got a 10 inch dildo at home and it looks very similar to your cock in every respect except colour. Got a measuring stick handy?” “Nope! I was alwa

White Tail Eagles - listen to podcast Brian drives to Scotland to see White Tailed Eagles. Brian decides to drive to Scotland to see the White tailed Eagles. He picks up a pretty hitch-hiker before he’s an hour down the road. The problem with Television programs these days is that… they are mostly total rubbish. Soaps, reality or competitions of one sort of another. Even nature programs have a ‘message’. If I watch anything it is sport, mostly but not football, ever (that’s soccer if you live on the other side of the pond). Sports programs tend to carry a lot of advertising and that’s when I channel hop, or make a cup of tea. It was on one such channel hopping sessions that I came across a little item on the White Tailed Eagle. I’m not a twitcher. I don’t rush all over the country to try and see a rare, off course, migrant but I do enjoy birds, feathered and unfeathered. In fact I enjoy pretty much anything to do with nature or history, the older the better. That’s history not birds, you understand? It seems that the White Tailed eagle was re- introduced to Scotland back in the 90’s and had done well. They had a plan to re-introduce it to the Isle of Wight in Southern England the following year, 2019. I’d not seen a White Tailed eagle, in the wild before. Of course I could have waited a year or two then taken a trip to the Isle of Wight, maybe a little over two hours from home, spot the birds and still back home for tea. Like I said, I’m not a twitcher but I am retired and filling time with enjoyable activities is what retirement is all about. Google took less than 10 seconds to tell me that White Tailed eagles were resident in North West Scotland (all year round). That was it then, sorted! The following morning I organised everything I would need. That afternoon I prepared and provisioned the van and loaded it up ready for a reasonably early start the following morning. I say reasonably because I didn’t want to hit the motorways during the rush hour. I lived about an hour twenty from the nearest motorway so planned on leaving about 8 to 8:30 'ish. Up with the lark and the rain was hammering down on the glass of the conservatory roof. I could barely hear myself think much less hear the 'snap, crackle and pop’ of my breakfast cereal. Should have checked the weather forecast I muttered to myself as I put my wellington boots next to the 'things forgotten’ bag by the front door. The app said things would brighten up around 9 so I made another cup of tea and double checked that nothing else needed to go in the bag. By 9:10 things had indeed brightened up so I made a dash for the van and got on my way. By 9:30 I was approaching the main road with my windscreen wipers clicking back and forth on slow. Traffic wasn’t too bad and we were making 40mph on a 50mph road. At the crest of the big hill behind Brighton I looked ahead into the valley where there was always a bit of a bottleneck. Sure enough the vehicles in the nearside lane were, essentially, stationary. As my eyes travelled back up the line of cars ahead I spotted a figure standing at the beginning of a layby. Hitch-hiker? Hadn’t seen one of them in donkey’s years. Needless to say nobody was stopping and 'it’, the hitch-hiker was getting soaked with spray from the passing wheels. My mind went back to the days of my youth. Bin there, done that. Instant decision, if 'it’ looks respectable then I’d offer a lift. If 'it’ didn’t I’d be turning off just up the road/or not and offer a lift that far. If all looked good? I’d play it by ear. Flicking the indicator on I slowed then pulled into the layby tooting my horn encouragingly as I eased passed the 'it’ and pulled to a stop. The rear view camera showed 'it’ hauling the big rucksack onto it’s back and striding purposely towards the vehicle. As I’d passed I noticed that both the waterproofs and the rucksack had the same logo that my bad weather equipment had. So, at least whoever it was it was probably outdoorsy and had the sense and

Crazy Post-Covid Weekend: Melissa & Pat - Listen to Podcast - Sunday Morning  Waking with Corrine. A day with Melissa and Pat. Corrine pulled us away from the water, squirting shower gel into our hands. She started washing me; me, her. We became a soapy slippery couple, pushing, pulling, turning, lifting, rubbing, massaging each other. Corrine pushed me against the wall, staring into my eyes washing my cock, balls and ass very thoroughly. “Let’s make sure all your delicious parts are spic and span for Melissa, because she is a crazy woman if she doesn’t find some way to play with these at some point today.” I put my hands on Corrine’s tits. No sooner had I touched her tits, then Corrine grabbed my hands, pinning them against the wall. “No. Wait your turn.” I wasn’t going to argue. “So. Is Melissa a good lover?” “She is.” “Does her sex get nasty?” Corrine continued washing my crotch and ass, her eyes never leaving mine. “Define nasty.” “Has she ever stuck a finger in your ass?” “If you consider that nasty, then yes, her sex gets nasty.” “Mmmm a girl after my own heart”, Corrine said sliding a soapy finger into my ass. “Let’s make this canal nice and clean for Melissa then.” “Thank you. Wow. Eric. Wow. Again. Is there room for three in your car today?” “My pleasure as much as yours Corrine. While I would love the picture of you and Melissa squeezed into the passenger seat in my Elise, I’m not sure Melissa would think she signed up for that.” “Hmm. Melissa is pretty cute as I recall. I would let her sit on my lap for a couple of hours. Who knows? Maybe she would like it too. I haven’t tried making love to a woman, but with all the changes in the world due to COVID, maybe I should give it a try. Stand up. Let me finish you.” I walked through our backyard gates stark naked, happily not seeing any neighbors, not that I would have cared all that much if I had seen anyone. I checked my phone. No messages from Melissa, which was good and bad. We were still on, but Melissa wasn’t running late. My house had been left empty and unlocked all night. All seemed to be in order. I went to the kitchen, put water on for coffee, grabbed two energy bars for breakfast, and hit the button on the coffee grinder. Think. Think. Half an hour to get ready for Melissa’s arrival. Wine and a box of incense for a hostess gift. Some fruit and nuts for the ride there. Iron clothes. Get dressed. Pour coffee for the road. My body felt good. I had slept well. My cock felt tired. I felt it, squeezing it a little to get sense if I had any life in it in case Melissa arrived horny. Maybe I could get it up but my testicles felt numb, empty, slightly abused. So maybe not. I went downstairs into the garage. I took the cover off my orange Lotus Elise, removed the soft top, opened the garage door and backed the car out. As I exited the car, Melissa pulled into the driveway, parking behind my Countryman. I stood waiting for Melissa. She got out with a huge smile on her face. “WOW. Now this is an unexpected ‘Good morning.’ Nice outfit. That’s what you’re wearing today? Patricia will be happy. Me too, though I was hoping you would be going commando. But this works. Hello handsome.” Melissa opened her arms for a hug. “Hi gorgeous.” It was our traditional greeting, Melissa calling me handsome, me calling her gorgeous. Melissa was wearing sandals; a light pink tank top and her crotch was sporting a nice camel toe in tight white shorts. I bent my knees to give Melissa a good hug, aligning our heads and shoulders. Melissa is short, about 5’-2". She has a naturally beautiful face on top of a toned torso with perfectly formed A-cup breasts, an exceptionally tiny waist with curved hips and ass and exceptionally nice legs holding all that up. “Mmmm. Nice hug. Nice underwear. Tailor made? They fit you really well.” Melissa said squeezing my butt. I have always loved Melissa’s quit wit. She never misses a trick, is never at a loss for a response, and can be self-deprecating a

White Tail Eagles White Tail Eagles: “If we stop about 5:30, that be OK?” “You’re driving, I’m happy to stop when you are.” “OK navigator, you’ve got the map and the site guides are in the glove box. Somewhere you fancy between 4:30 and 6:00. It’s dual carriageway to Oxford so about a couple of hours if the traffic behaves. Somewhere an hour or so after Oxford. You’re in charge Ms. Scout.” It was a delightful drive with periods of contemplative silence interspersed with navigational instructions and observations. I realised why I missed using maps for navigation as soon as she told me ‘the Ridgeway Path’ runs across just here and much later on 'that’s the River Glyme’. You don’t get that kind of stuff on a Sat-Nav. We pulled into the car-park of a pub on the Stour a bit after 5 and not very far off route. It was perfect, a small section at the bottom of the car-park set aside for camper vans had electric hook-ups, a fresh water supply and grey water disposal. Willows lined the river bank. “This do?” “Looks absolutely perfect,” I replied with a smile. “Mind if I have a shower?” “Not at all. I’ll go and tell the Landlord we’re here then I’ll go after you. Is 7 too early to eat?” “Sounds good. I could wait and we can shower together,” she grinned. “Or I could rustle up some coffee and make the bed. We could try it for size for a while?” I leered dirtily. “Be as quick as I can!” We sat in the swivelled Captains chairs facing into the habitation end and supping our mugs of coffee. The silver screens were up and the blinds down. It was warm, cosy and we were both naked. “Did you mind me blowing you with that guy watching?” she asked tentatively. “Hey! I’m a porn star remember? Used to a full production crew being present,” I laughed, “quite enjoyed it actually especially after seeing his little weaner, probably wouldn’t have reached the back of your mouth much less filled your throat… y'know you did take a hell of a lot for someone who’d not had a cock that size before. I’m very impressed.” “I’ve not had a cock that size anywhere near me until today but that hasn’t stopped me practicing with suitable dildos, just in case I met you. There’s two things I think you should know about me; I love sex, addicted to it, in all its forms. It’s a hobby. I don’t think I’m a nympho, like I don’t shag just anything with a cock but, given the right persuasion, I could change my mind. I’ve enjoyed group sex and have no problem with having an audience as I said and have probably proved. I love the taste of spunk in my mouth and the feel of spunk on my body, as I believe I’ve also demonstrated. I don’t think I’ve got any hang-ups. If I have I haven’t discovered them yet. I haven’t found anything I dislike. I wouldn’t want to be arrested for indecent behaviour in a public place but…” By this point I was grinning like the cat that had just been dumped in a dairy and been told I had to have fresh, double cream every day for the rest of my life. “And the second thing?” I prompted. “You’re not worried? It doesn’t shock you?” I pointed at my rock hard cock pressed firmly up against my flat belly. “Ask him and kindly explain to him why you’ve been hiding from us all my life.” Without taking her eyes off me she somehow drained her mug, wiped the back of her hand across her mouth, slide out of her seat and got between my parted knees. Robyn glanced down. Her mouth split in a wide, filthy grin and her eyes sparkled with delight. “Shit! That’s big.” She tried to lift it away from my belly and found it difficult. “Fuck! That’s hard!” “But it’s still not 10 inches,” I replied chuckling at her delight. “You sure? I’ve got a 10 inch dildo at home and it looks very similar to your cock in every respect except colour. Got a measuring stick handy?” “Nope! I was always told that it ain’t what you’ve got but the way that you use it.” “Oh yeah! But first let me put this beautiful beast,” she waggled my cock eagerly, “straight on a couple of matters.” She slid her hand un

The Beverage Cart Girl 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.[[MORE]] 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 course and came across Gerry alone with his bag. He was wearing a muscle shirt that highlighted hi

Crazy Post Covid Weekend: Corinne. Discovering... Listen to the podcast. Crazy Post Covid Weekend: Corinne.Discovering Corrine. ‘Guess I need another shower.’ I thought. My cock was sore and tired not being used to this much activity in the last year or so. I grabbed my cold coffee to take into the bathroom with me. I took a sip. 'Good, but definitely not pussy latte.’ I thought, smiling to myself. After my shower I sprayed myself with sunscreen then slipped on some loose shorts with no lining or underwear to give my tired cock some air. I made a fast smoothie to carry and consume while I watered my plants in the backyard. It was quiet outside. COVID had done that to the world. Made it quiet. I wasn’t complaining. My plants were in need of water it had been so damn hot the last two weeks. They looked stressed. I was dead-heading a few plants listening to the cicadas when Corrine my neighbor called out to me. “Hey Eric. Hot enough for you?” “Oh yeah Corrine, but I love it. Never had to shovel snow when it’s this hot.” “That’s for sure. How’s your weekend starting out?” 'You have no idea’ I thought. “Not bad. Yours?” “Quiet. It’s nice. Sam is away golfing with the guys this weekend. I’m doing nothing except watering the plants, reading some books, laying in the sun and cooling off in the pool.” “Sounds pretty perfect. If you need any help with anything, just holler.” “Thanks. Actually Eric. If you wouldn’t mind?” “Sure Corrine. What can I do for you?” “Would you mind putting sunscreen on my back so I can turn over while I’m reading?” “Sure Corrine. I’ll come over and spray some sunscreen on your back. Give me a minute to finish up here.” “Thanks. No rush.” I finished watering and went in to wash my hands. Corrine and Sam were wonderful neighbors, we helped each other with everything, lending tools, moving heavy objects, house-sitting and food whenever needed. We would have impromptu dinner parties all summer long, not so much in winter. They were both gym rats, especially Corrine. She had the most incredible body. Tight and toned everywhere. Square shoulders. D-cup tits. Small waist. 6-pack abs. Big muscular round glutes. Fabulous legs. Sam was just a hulk, but a really nice hulk. I walked out my gate and in through theirs. I caught my breath. Corrine was sitting facing the sun, reading her e-reader, wearing the smallest bikini I had ever seen her in. The black bottoms barely covered her crotch. Her top had spaghetti straps tied around her neck but the straps to go around her back hang loose. The small patch of material on her tits covered little more than her areola. I tried to collect myself. “Looking as fabulous as ever, Corrine.” “Thanks Eric. You’re too kind. I’m feeling really soft not being able to get to the gym for the last year.” “Trust me. We all wish we were as soft as you are Corrine. I keep threatening to make you my personal trainer. One day I will make good on that threat. Though I doubt I will survive.” I chuckled at myself arriving at their outdoor dining table where I saw a spray bottle and several tubes of sunscreen lotion. I picked up the spray bottle. “Don’t sell yourself short Eric. You look pretty good for someone who isn’t married to a gym.” “I thought your husband’s name was Sam?” “Always the wise guy. Oh. Not the spray. Use the lotion in the blue tube please Eric. I only use the spray on my scalp so my hair doesn’t get all greased up.” “Sure Corrine.” I gulped out. When I turned back, Corrine had switched to laying facedown on the chaise lounge that was laying flat. Her bikini top a very small mound where she had been sitting when I arrived. Her thong was buried between her glutes. The only material I could see was the thin t-bar that snuck out the top of her butt and across her waist and small patch of black that peeked out of the bottom of her butt before disappearing under her crotch. I caught myself. Idiot. She only needs her back done. She would have already done her legs and butt herself. “Lots o

Office Christmas Party Seduction Office Christmas Party Seduction: They say it’s not a good idea to fool around at the office Christmas party, a piece of advice she was deliberately choosing to ignore. Her decision had been made the moment he had walked in the door. Feeling horny and with a few drinks under her belt, she had decided right there and then that she was going to fuck him. Her plan was a simple one. Sitting on a sofa opposite where he was standing with his colleagues and knowing that any man couldn’t resist looking up a woman’s skirt, she casually kept uncrossing and crossing her legs, parting them just enough to keep giving him and only him a good look between her legs and the thin white strip of material nestled between her thighs. https://my-storytime.tumblr.com/private/663041135098396673/tumblr_qzue9hxoZt1zqznua September 25, 2021 at 10:27AM

A chance meeting leads to very hot and wet sex. John &... A chance meeting leads to very hot and wet sex. John & Daisy Meet again.  I walked into my favorite bookstore on a warm afternoon in late July. I wandered for a bit like I always do, perusing the books and picking a few that grabbed my attention. I headed over to the large cafe area, there was seating for about 30 people there. I scanned the area and looked for an open table. Then, I saw her at a distance. This young, stunning woman with a fantastic body. She had just walked in through the cafe’s outside entrance, she was so exotic looking to me. As I walked to a table she walked right by me going the other way, and I caught a whiff of her aroma. It was sweet pea, one of those feminine scents that made me insane with lust: especially when a woman like her was wearing it. I watched her walk away and caught a glimpse of her wonderful, wide hips and a perfect bubble ass. She was wearing tight, white leggings and a red halter top, exposing her thick, enticing cleavage. I bought a coffee and sat down with my books. I was reading but unable to get her out of my head. She looked familiar, but I couldn’t place where I knew her from. But a little while later, something happened that I did not expect. - JOHN The bookstore was one of my favorite places to unwind at, but it was very busy that day. That was typical for Saturday’s there, I wandered for a bit and decided to go sit down. No tables were available, all of them had people sitting at them. But then I saw this man on the far side of the cafe, he was very handsome and all by himself. Then I realized why he looked familiar, he goes to the same gym that I used to. I gathered up my courage and walked over there. “Excuse me, do you mind if I sit here?” He looked at me and then I noticed them for the first time. The light coming in really captured the color of those big, gorgeous eyes-blue like the bluest skies. He looked surprised, but he definitely was welcoming to me. “No, please have a seat.” He said in a deep voice that was soothing while it sent a tingle down my legs. I sat across from him and set my things down. “Hi, I’m John.” He said with a smile while shaking my hand. I told him my name with a big smile on my face, I couldn’t hide it. “I know you, don’t I?” “Yes, from the gym. We spoke about music once.” I answered while trying to hide my excitement at seeing him there. I felt it once again upon seeing him, the air was instantly charged by the animal magnetism I felt. “Yes, that’s it! I was actually trying to remember why you looked so familiar.” He looked quite pleased that I was there with him. My thoughts had lingered in the past on that day when we had talked. I wondered about him weeks after I had ended my membership at the gym. And now, it seemed like fate had intervened, at least that’s what I hoped for. I noticed his collection of books and commented on his book about anxiety. I found out that we had both struggled with it and he opened up to me about what worked for him in his struggles with it. That made me feel more connected with him, my interest and attraction for him was blossoming. We talked for a long time about many things, he seemed quite interested in me. - DAISY  I found out she was of half Irish and half African descent. That explained why her afro was a reddish-brown color. She had her mothers gorgeous eyes that were accented by her long lashes, just the way I liked them. Her long nose ended in a rounded tip above her red lips. My god those lips that looked like they could suck cock for days, the thick kind you just wanna suck and nibble on. I really liked how our interaction was going, I was doing my best to be charming. I think it was working because she was constantly smiling and laughing at all my jokes. I was trying to think of a way to spend more time with her. I was getting hungry, so I decided to seize the moment. “Daisy, can I buy you something to eat? Maybe from the near

June opened the window wide and breathed in the fresh spring... June opened the window wide and breathed in the fresh spring air, along with all the other urban smells outside her apartment. This working from home, avoiding human contact, pandemic shit was getting old. She looked out across the street to the park where she had made so many memories with her kids, and decided that she was going to serve dinner tonight in the form of a picnic for her and hubby under the huge maple that little Jimmy had fallen out of all those years ago. She hated cooking for just the two of them since the kids were both now gone. She reflected on the grandson on the way, and wondered what sort of worries Jimmy would have to deal with in the years ahead. Would he have the broken bones, illnesses, fights at school that she’d had to deal with? She thought then of her eldest, Jane, and her sweet daughter, Janet. She couldn’t help but wonder if Jane would someday bust her daughter going down on her boyfriend, like June had caught Jane with that Jacobs boy, right over there in the park. June had known she needed to reprimand her daughter for her actions, but deep down she knew she had done that exact same thing at her age, and more! Steve rounded the corner and stopped to admire his wife, more precisely, he admired her sweet ass and fantastic legs. He was getting tired of working from home too. But the scenery of his wife without pants sure brightened up a boring workday. They both were dressed for work, from the waist up. It was a perk of the pandemic that everyone knew about, but only rarely admitted to. Zoom meetings didn’t require any pants! Of course everyone had to wonder what everyone else was wearing down below the view of the computer. “Taking a little break honey?” He asked her. “Yeah, needed some fresh air. Enjoying the view, reminiscing a little.” She answered, looking over her shoulder with a smile. She saw that he didn’t even see her smile, as his gaze was focused a lot lower. Her smile widened as she shook her ass at him when he replied, “What a coincidence, I am enjoying the view and reminiscing too!” “Yeah? You know you can get a closer view if you want.” June told him, shaking her ass again. Working from home did have certain perks, she thought. Steve agreed, and crossed the room quickly. She braced herself for what she knew was coming when he got behind her and dropped to his knees. His hands slid up the back of her thighs and his thumbs caught the bottom of her blouse as his fingers continued up over her ass. Steve began to plant wet kisses on her ass cheeks, going back and forth randomly, moving steadily closer to the strip of fabric pulled up between her cheeks. Her deep breathing told him to continue when he reached out and grabbed the thong and pulled it out of her crack, moving it aside. She bent over further, placing her hands on the sill. He ran his wet tongue between her cheeks and she gasped as he found her sphincter and began to rim her. Firmly pushing the tip of his tongue into her asshole and swirling it around. She moaned loudly as four stories below a cabbie angrily honked his horn at another driver. Steve began to run his fingers over her meaty labia, still probing her asshole with his relentless tongue. Her hips rolled on their own now, responding to her husband’s talents, as a man entered the park across the street walking five Pomeranians. June whimpered as Steve began to lower his aim, down over her taint to those luscious lips and back up to rim her again. Steve dipped his head again and sucked one of June’s meaty lips between his teeth and swiped his tongue over it, while below, a young couple entered the park and veered onto the path towards the spot June would always think of as ‘Jane’s bj hideaway’. June wondered briefly if that’s what the young couple had in mind, or if the boy was going to peel off his girlfriend’s tights and do what Steve was doing. Steve reached up then and pushed down on June’s shoulder