Steamy Stories Podcast

THE INN CLUB CH. 02: BECCA. -  Alex enjoys a long layover with Becca. by PtmcPilot - listen to the podcast at Steamy Stories. My name is Easton, and a short time ago I discovered a hidden world inside the Cheslea Inn hotel chain. I found out a private, non-exclusive sex club exists that meets just after the bar closes each night. One night a beautiful woman picked me up for anonymous sex and introduced me to what was known as The Inn Club. If you have not read ‘The Inn Club Ch. 01: Alison’, the first page or so will provide good background. It was late December between the holidays. Actually a time of low air traffic. Still, winter had caused some wicked delays and I found myself stranded at a major airport. With luck this was one with a full up Chelsea Inn located in the middle of all the terminals. My flight had been canceled pretty early and the next chance out was at eleven the next morning. I spent the day watching movies, then headed to the lounge around ten pm feeling rested and hopeful, but not many people were around. Around ten thirty a woman in flight attendant attire strolled in with 'airline issue’ bags in tow. Sitting at the bar she ordered and played on her phone. By eleven she was on her second drink, and to my surprise we were the only two left after closing. As I was about to stand up she stood and turned toward me. Her eyes widened and she smiled, “I didn’t see you there! So good to see you!” “Wow, good to see you too!” I didn’t know what else to say and thought she must have me confused with someone else, but she walked over to me and gave me a big hug and a two cheek euro kiss as a greeting. “Just let me get my drink and we can catch up,” she said. I nodded dumbly and sat down. The flight attendant, with a pretty face and nice perky breasts (she had pushed them into my chest just moments ago), soon sat down right next to me and slid her arm through mine. She whispered in my ear, “Do you play?” I nodded, and passed her my card. It read: Alex Player, The Inn Club (along with my phone number) While the back read simply. 'solo, hetero’ She said nothing after reading my card, but quickly answered by slipping me hers. Becca Player, The Inn Club (along with her phone number) The back of hers also read 'solo, hetero’ I picked up my phone and waited for her to text me. Becca: 'I’m beat, have time tomorrow am?’ Me: 'sure do’ Becca: 'meet in gym by 6am, depart 6:30, come to 525 @ 6:45, bring change of clothes. and play along. :)’ Me: 'good night’ She leaned in and kissed me on the cheek, and placed a key card in my hands before leaving. “So good to see you again Alex, good night.” I waved her goodbye then went up to get some sleep. At a quarter to six I got up, shaved, put on gym clothes and packed my backpack with a change of clothes. I went down to gym, arriving just before six. Not surprisingly, there was no one there. I went in and selected some free weights to start. I was doing lat pulls when the door opened and my date arrived. She was wearing skin tight pale blue tights and a white sports bra that displayed a nice amount of cleavage. Her nipples were poking out and I’ll be damned if she wasn’t sporting a pronounced camel toe. It was unreal. Her loose hair from last night was now in a single braid. I switched to the other arm as she walked over to me. “Good morning hun, didn’t hear you leave this morning.” She walked up behind me and slid her hand into my shorts. I don’t wear underwear under running shorts so she found my cock straight away and gave it a quick squeeze. “Good morning to you to babe. I didn’t want to wake you but you must have been right behind me.” “I’m just going to hit the elliptical for a bit then grab a shower. Join me?” “You bet,” I said as I finished a set. For the next twenty minutes I did my weight routine then took a breather and walked over to her. At that time another man entered the gym. “Hey babe, how are you doing?” I said, and then grabbed a handful of one butt ch

Covid Lockdown Birthday Swap  -  part 1 -   Listen to the podcast at Steamy Stories Orange-pink clouds swirled amid the deepening blue sky as the sun sunk close to the horizon, but Kelly was missing the sweeping view of this Texas sunset as she navigated a path through the parking lot in her black stilettos, carrying bags of food. The food delivery was just part of the birthday gift - she was the other part. Her heart raced from more than the steep incline from the parking lot. Kelly was heading to knock on the door and deliver a birthday fantasy to a guy she had never met. Well, okay, technically she met Tara’s boyfriend Michael on a Zoom call a few weeks ago when they worked out this arrangement to swap places for his birthday celebration. Tara couldn’t be here since her flight was canceled due to the pandemic travel restrictions. So Kelly was delivering the birthday gift, or rather she was the birthday gift. She was looking forward to the night more than regretting this swap, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t nervous as her mind raced through the weeks of discussions that now led her to be standing here on the sidewalk of Michael’s condo complex in northwest Austin. The idea, or proposition, to swap boyfriends arrived in Kelly’s inbox about six weeks ago. Tara had read her blog post, “Coping with COVID: How to Stay Close When You’re Apart.” Kelly had written about how she and her boyfriend in Washington DC kept their long-distance relationship going during the quarantine and COVID travel restrictions - using plenty of creative video chats, among other things. Yes, it was a struggle, but they were in love and she thought maybe he could be the one. So they put in the effort to make the unusual circumstance of the pandemic as romantic as possible. As a counselor writing a relationship column, Kelly was used to getting odd questions from readers. Sure she’d get angry responses, a crude comment here and there, and the occasional obscene request from some guy, but that was the price of being a young woman with a photo online. The similarity of their relationships and that geography was an interesting coincidence, but even so, Kelly initially planned to just ignore the proposal. However, it didn’t stop her from using it as fodder for her Zoom call with her boyfriend that night, teasing him with the prospect of a pandemic buddy. She had slipped her phone onto the tripod, flipped on the ring light and knelt in front of the camera as she adjusted settings and navigated to the link Mark sent. “Perfect! On your knees just the way I like you!” Mark said as the camera joined his screen. “Did you bring the present I sent you?” “I’m fine, and how was your day?” Kelly said, ignoring his question and looking at his delicious chest with just enough hair to be manly, tapering to his waist where the camera shot ended. “Oh right, pretty good,” Mark said. “Yours? You look gorgeous - as always.” “Well I got the oddest email,” Kelly said looking up through her long lashes into the camera. She had spent the time to make her eyes up the way she knew Mark liked, setting off the pale blue irises amid the smoky grey shadow. “Do tell,” Mark said. “Some reader, who is in your city, and believe it or not, her boyfriend is here in Austin, wrote to say her travel restriction wouldn’t allow her to fly to him to give him his special birthday present. So her solution is for me to go do her boyfriend for his birthday,” “Well what do I get out of the deal? Can I watch? Can I do her? What does she look like? Is she hot? Does she have big tits?” Mark asked. “Wait - even more important than hot, are you actually considering this?” “I don’t know,” Kelly said, wanting to roll her eyes at how this is all about him and he had not questioned sharing her - just if he got laid. Really? “What don’t you know?” “Any of it.” “Find out more.” “Oh you’d like that wouldn’t you? Some new babe to torment.” “Of course! It’s been a long time. Don’t you miss it too?

Perfect Timing -   Husband returns early from a trip.  listen to the podcast at Steamy stories She flopped down on her back onto her bed, and sighed in pent up frustration. She could not deny it, she was So. Fucking. Horny. Her husband had been away for nearly two weeks and was not due to be back for another two days. She didn’t masturbate very often - her husband was always up for making her cum whenever she needed it, and this work trip was a rare occurrence. ‘Fuck it’ she thought. 'I can’t wait!’ She quickly stood and stripped out of her clothes in front of the mirror, pinching her left nipple as she removed her bra. This stiffened it immediately and sent an electric shock directly to her pussy, which she felt was getting wet in anticipation. She peeled her black lacy panties down over her hips and arse, noticing how moist they were already. Her pussy felt a chill as the cool air of the bedroom hit her wet folds. she ran two fingers across her hole and clit to lube them, and shuddered with need. Grabbing her favourite vibrator from the top drawer, on her way back to her spot on the bed, she settled back and began to tease her now dripping pussy with her fingers, running two up and down around her outer folds and around the outside of her clit. teasing herself as she loved for her husband to do to her. Dipping a finger just inside her tight hole, it came out glistening and she finally allowed herself to rub her clit, arching her back and letting out a deep moan. Quickly grabbing her vibe and turning it on, she concentrated this on her favourite spot just above her clit, not directly on it. Her breathing quickened and deepened, almost beginning to gasp. She was now moaning continually, wishing she was not alone. She allowed her fingers to tease her hole, as her orgasm built within her. But she could not cum. Reaching a high, and then dying off repeatedly, she let out a whimper of frustration. She really loved to have his cock inside her to squeeze down on when she came. With her free hand she reached back over to the drawer, trying to control her twitching body as she held the vibrator against her clit. Her free hand clasped what she was looking for, her black rabbit dildo. She liked this, though not as much as the real thing. Discarding the vibrator to one side, she lubricated the bulbous head of the dildo and slowly slid it inside her tight pussy, not stopping until the rabbit ears pressed into her clit. She switched on the two mechanisms for the rabbit ears and rotating internal shaft. This was more like it! She screamed out in pleasure as she felt the rotation nudge her g-spot, as the rabbit ears buzzed either side of her clit. Panting and moaning, her orgasm built again quickly, this time not stopping as it crashed over the top. Moaning in release, she felt her first orgasm of the evening, ripple through her body in waves. It ended as quickly as it started. She switched off the dildo and slid it out of her pussy, feeling empty and only somewhat satisfied. She continued to lay there for a few seconds. Her pussy was twitching and dripping wet as she lazily played with herself. She thought again, that she liked the dildo but it was just not the same. she needed more. Reaching for her vibrator again, she kept going. This time she got onto her hands and knees, hanging her feet off the bed, thinking that a different position might help achieve the total release she craved. —- He tapped his foot with impatience, as the taxi driver slowly turned the final corner into his street. Pulling up at the end of his drive, he quickly paid and retrieved his luggage from the boot of the car. The house was quiet. only a couple of lights on as he walked up the drive. Their cat looked up at him in recognition from the living room windowsill, then nonchalantly went back to her personal grooming. He unlocked the door and put his bags just inside the porch, laying the bunch of flowers he had bought her on top of them. He clo

Unplanned Reconciliation - the Revelation Never say never. - part 1 of 2. listen to the podcast at Steamy Stories.  My friend Alan and I sat on the couch in the hotel room I was renting. He had a DVD player set up on the coffee table and was ready to show me what he had recorded earlier at his funeral home. The funeral in question was for Austin Dublin, the father of two, the husband of Tracy, and, unknown to most, the lover of my wife Vera. Alan told of how he explained to Tracy that it was normal now to videotape visitation and funeral services. Sometimes a family liked to play back the DVD to remember who came by to pay their respects as well as to have something to show relatives and friends who were unable to attend the funeral. Alan said he started the camera on the tripod at the back of the room and then left to go into his office. The video showed the open casket in the back of the room. Not much of Austin’s body could be seen by the camera. That was too bad as Austin was a handsome man who died of a heart attack at a relatively young age. Unlike many corpses, he probably really did look like himself. The ornate casket had a shiny copper skin with fluted handles. Behind and to the side of the casket were flowers on various height stands. Some were in wreaths, some in bouquets, and some were potted plants for the wife to take home. After having attended so many funerals, it was easy for me to imagine that the competing smell of all the different flowers which I was sure made it smell like, well, a funeral home. On one side of the room were a couple of bulletin boards of pictures from different times of his life from baby to grown adult. On the other side of the room was a video playing that also was made up of a lifetime of pictures set to music. As people began to sign the guest register, take a memorial brochure, and file into the room; Tracy and her daughter Shannon and son Harvey stood solemnly in front of the casket to the right. Person after person went by in single file, some hugging, some crying, and all were ‘sorry for your loss.’ Many facial tissues bit the dust that day. Among the first to arrive and spend the most time with the grieving family was my wife Vera and our daughter Alicia. Our son, Randy, had recently married and was living in another state. He had started a new job and couldn’t get away to come to a funeral of a non-relative. Our families though not related couldn’t have been closer. We were regularly at their house and vice versa. I had considered Austin as my best friend, at least until he died, and I discovered he had considered me clueless sap and cuckold. Vera was Tracy’s best friend and Tracy was Vera’s. Tracy was Aunt Tracy to my son Randy and daughter. Vera was Aunt Vera to Shannon and Harvey. My wife and Alicia occupied two VIP seats in the front row to the left of the room and also were approached by many of the people who had completed the family condolences and casket viewing portion of their observance. The closeness of our families was well known. I was sure Vera was asked where I was by a lot of people who talked to her. I’m not sure what lie she made up about my absence. I told her that Austin’s loss was too much for me to handle in public. She said she understood, but I know she was disappointed because I was supposed to speak as one of those delivering his eulogy. There was canned church music playing in the background. The crowd got to hear a mixture of old favorites like 'The Old Rugged Cross’ and 'Amazing Grace’ as well as some folk songs like 'May the Circle be Unbroken’ and 'On the Wings of a Dove.’ Eventually, the visitation line wound down to less than a trickle. Tracy and her kids sat down, tissues in hand, on the front row to the right of the room. Soon, the music stopped, and the room went silent except for a sob or two. Tracy and Austin’s minister began to gather his Bible and typed message as he moved to the podium. Many of the people gathered didn’t noti

STIMULATING READING - listen to the Podcast A libidinous librarian gets what she needs… 2.9k words by LaurelAspen Unlocking the big oak doors Emily glances up at the Spring sun filtering through the stained glass windows of the ‘Institute’. Originally endowed by a Victorian benefactor, now an adjunct of a modern university, this Gothic revival style building goes unnoticed by most people passing by on this bright 1993 morning. The research library within opens on just three days a week with Emily, its part-time librarian, fitting the job around her PHD studies. Some colleagues consider it a fusty backwater; Emily rather enjoys the church-like surroundings – lofty ceilings and marble floors - and calm, quiet ambience. Staring the day as usual at 8.45am, Emily turns on the lights, picks up the post and then sits at the front desk waiting for students to arrive. The job isn’t the most exacting; mainly helping to locate obscure books, its perk being plenty of time to write her thesis and, blush making to admit, peruse the rather splendid erotica section. Something that’s become a bit of habit of late, leaving her distracted and almost perpetually aroused. This 'special collection’ is kept locked; its key supposedly secure in a safe; in fact on a chain around Emily’s neck. Currently 'in between boyfriends’ (no, not like that!) in truth modern men – mostly boys inhabiting adult bodies in her opinion - don’t really do it for Emily. Call her old-fashioned but well, she wants someone old fashioned. Emily’s romantic, bookish outlook on life sometimes feels unsuited to modern times. As exemplified by today’s attire: cardigan, blouse, and a string of pearls, the epitome of respectability; a typical librarian. Knee-length skirt, sensible shoes, minimal makeup and glasses habitually perched upon her head complete the academic look. However, underneath one (who? she reflects glumly) might be surprised to find some almost sinfully brief lingerie adorning her trim figure. Perhaps not so conservative after all… Later that afternoon, Emily looks at her watch, half an hour until closing, not likely to see anyone else today she thinks. Wrongly, because striding confidently through the rotating door and purposefully approaching her desk is a new customer. In contrast to the usual scruffy students (although arguably the lecturers are worse) he’s smartly dressed. Wearing a tie in fact; Emily likes a man in suit and his fits very well. This tall man with silvery grey hair favours her with confident smile and Emily melts inside – lust at first sight. Michael, they are quickly on first name terms, is a postgrad mature student working on the final dissertation of an English literature MA. He’s taken a couple of weeks leave from an unspecified (Emily suspects high-powered and well remunerated) job to complete it. Meaning, she sends a silent prayer of thanks to whichever celestial deity might be responsible, he’ll be making frequent trips to the library. Visits she soon begins to eagerly anticipate – feeling disproportionately disappointed on days when this charming, personable and undoubtedly assertive man doesn’t appear. Get a grip girl, chides her inner voice, whatever your fantasies this is a purely professional relationship. “What did you do before studying,” she enquires one morning. “Came from money, followed the family tradition into the City and made some more,” he shrugs. “Clichéd thing for a privileged person to say but it didn’t make me happy.” “What does?” “Good writing, hence my being here in literary mode, how about you?’ "A very bright kid from a feckless, under achieving family; got a scholarship, got out of my dead end town and got a higher education. Not having money means I’ve had to take a series of dull jobs to pay my way.” She’s no need to make her point any more strongly, Michael gets the implication. “Though I detect a steely determination,” he responds without rancour. “Academically, yes,” she agrees, “in order to remain wit

Tits 4 Tutoring - listen to the Podcast Kyle tutors a snooty rich girl… with equally rich results. After the break was over, I was somewhat excited to return to school. On the bus, Emily was all over me. “I still can’t believe Mom fucked you.” Emily said. “Well we can’t all live such glamorous lives as I do,” I said as I puffed an imaginary cigar. Emily hit me playfully on the stomach before unzipping my pants. “So are you excited to be a senior?” Emily asked as she licked my cum from between her fingers. “Pretty much,” I replied, “it’ll hopefully be better now that I have that journalism scholarship in the bag.” She stroked my cock. “Just promise me that wherever you go, you’ll take me with you.” I looked at her and saw the serious concern in her face. I wrapped my arm around her. “Emily, there is no one in the entire world I’d rather spend my life with. Who knows? Maybe we’ll even travel the world together.” She smiled and lay her head on my chest, continuing to stroke me as we pulled up to the school. - The teachers directed us to the large gymnasium and onto the bleachers. I saw many girls in blouses and floral dresses that looked as if they could double as a tablecloth in Julia Child’s kitchen. “I’d love to see you in those,” I said to Emily, wearing a motorcycle T-shirt and leather skirt along with her knee high leather boots. “You’ve seen me naked,” she retorted, “So why do you care?” I considered this. “Good point. Consider it stricken from the record.” “Never was recorded,” she replied as we sat. I laughed and shook my head as she nestled against me The principal, Jennie Stevens came onto the stage and began to speak. Her black top and sweater did little to hide the curves of her 30J tits. She spoke of the school policies, dress codes and class schedules. Thankfully, I had my friends in many of the same periods. Ms. Franklin, a 36-year-old English teacher was immediately one of my instant favorites. She really encouraged my writing and over the next few days read my short stories. She had a curvy figure and still looked attractive in her black skirt and blue heels. Her 32G tits nearly popping from her blouse. “Kyle?” she called as I was about to hustle out with the class to lunch. “Yes Ms. Franklin?” I asked. She fiddled with her gold wedding ring and began. I could tell she was having marital problems but I didn’t press. Not at the moment anyway. “You know Kendall Hutchinson don’t you?” “Yes…” I answered, not sure why she was asking about her. Kendall was a senior as well and cheerleader not to mention one of the most popular girls in school. “Well, to make it short,” Ms. Franklin said, “she’s failing this class. And the last thing I want is for anyone to stay behind. So… seeing as your one of my best students, I’d like you to consider tutoring her.” Being as Kendall was as snooty as they came, Ms. Franklin more than likely saw my hesitation. “I know it’s a lot to ask, Kyle. Especially with no pay but I’ll try anything to make it up to you.” As you know, I can never resist a woman in need. She looked at me pleadingly with her warm brown eyes and I sighed. “Yay!” she cheered excitedly while clapping her hands. “Don’t worry, I’ll arrange everything with Kendall. Thank you so much Kyle.” I smiled at her happiness. “You’re welcome.” She was still smiling as I walked to lunch. - Emily snoozed on my chest after a hard and fast paced ‘first day of after school fuck’ (Emily’s words). Her hand remained tightly clenched on my cock but I didn’t mind. I just loved having her near me, her strawberry scented shampoo being so comforting. My phone chimed on the table next to her bed and she stirred but didn’t wake up. I checked the text and groaned as I saw it was from Kendall. “Go ahead,” Emily groaned without opening her eyes and she rolled off me, letting me quickly dress after she kissed me. “And I want you good and hard tomorrow!” she called after me as I left out the door. - As I pulled up to Kendall’s house, I was taken abac

Cleverness is Sexy - Listen to the Podcast The Rise of the Nerd Alice is an exceptionally brainy young woman who’s pursued her academic interests to the exclusion of almost everything else in life. There will, she reasons, on the verge of her 23rd birthday with the MA she’s strived so hard to attain almost completed, be plenty of time to pursue other interests later. Travelling perhaps, a life outside the university library, something mundane as clothes shopping for goodness sake. Used to being an outsider - teacher’s pet, nerd, bookworm and swot are familiar, frequently uncomplimentary descriptions - Alice embraces her geek status with pride. Sure, she attends the occasional post graduate party, more out of a sense of obligation than any real enthusiasm, blokes her own age don’t really do it for Alice. Seemingly either intimidated by her intellect or determined to brag to their mates they’ve ‘scored a nerd’ it really isn’t worth the hassle. Being one of very few scholarship entrants among so many private school educated peers doesn’t help her social integration either. The invitation to join the college quiz team is an entirely different prospect, both a challenging intellectual test and, best of all, the chance to meet Giles Knighton, celebrity quizmaster ('QM’), of the TV series 'Battle of the Brightest’. This popular programme involves a collection of brains the size of Mars competing for, well, since you ask, an engraved glass bowl. No cash prize, no foreign holiday, simply a public validation of higher education. You see Alice secretly fancies Giles; she’s minimal experience of such matters but something about the way he solemnly utters the phrase “five point penalty” when an over eager contestant answers prematurely makes her damp with desire. So much so that in recent months she’s had a bizarre recurring dream of being summoned to his office where the QM, dramatically stretching each syllable, insists Alice pay a pen-al-ty and then spanks her across his knee. Where on earth did that idea come from? Never smacked by her impeccably liberal parents as a child and top of her class each year she was a regular goody two shoes. Is spanking even a thing, Alice wonders? Oh! Apparently it is and that’s a question she won’t be asking Google again anytime soon… The quiz show is filmed over three consecutive days at a London TV studio with overnight stays in a posh hotels - luxury after years in grotty student housing - culminating in a grand final, followed by a winners’ dinner with Giles. On the first day of competition Alice, an avid fan of the show, doesn’t share her teammate’s nerves. This assurance momentarily leads to over confidence when she impulsively answers before the QM has even finished a question. Wrongly it turns out, he looks directly at her - just like in the dream. “Five point penalty,” says the QM solemnly and Alice becomes simultaneously mortified and excited. Perhaps she’s mistaken but it subsequently seems the QM’s focus is on her whenever she looks up. One of the production team also notices and nods to a colleague. “QM’s got one of the students on his radar” “Well we know where that’s going,” comes the amused reply. Day two, Alice’s team aces the quarter and semis to secure a place in the play-off. Filming is through by early afternoon, allowing everyone time to prepare for tomorrow. Alice belatedly realises she’s woefully underdressed; her default outfit of hoodie and jeans really doesn’t work on camera. Aware of the QM’s burgeoning interest she knows that while cleverness is sexy - an aphrodisiac in its own right - it might not be enough to keep him focussed. Her appearance urgently needs a revamp, but purchasing new clothes is intimidating; supercilious assistants, too much choice and a budget of next to nothing posing seemingly insuperable problems. Without much hope she seeks sartorial salvation in a nearby upmarket charity shop. Alice selects a dress and in the course of trying it on gets chatting to

Regaining My Life - listen to the Podcast A longtime friend becomes a lover. Two years ago, my wife passed away. Processing the grief has been difficult because it has forced me to reconcile with my new identity as a widower. Supportive friends, neighbors, and colleagues have tried to help get me out of the house and away from the memories. Asking me to join their social events like fundraisers, parties, and cookouts have been great gestures but, I have yet to accept. I don’t feel that I am quite ready for that much socializing, so I stay home and curl up with a good book. It was a little past six on a warm Friday evening in mid-August. Dinner and the cleanup were complete. I settled down in one of the rocking chairs on my porch with my well-worn copy of The Fellowship of the Ring. The sun was just beginning to set behind one of the large maples on the west side of my property. About an hour and a half of filtered sunlight remained to enjoy the evening breezes and read about Frodo’s adventures in Middle Earth. There was a horn toot on the road, and I looked up to see Christina Ashby’s blue hybrid turning into the drive. Two years ago, my wife passed away. Processing the grief has been difficult because it has forced me to reconcile with my new identity as a widower. Supportive friends, neighbors, and colleagues have tried to help get me out of the house and away from the memories. Asking me to join their social events like fundraisers, parties, and cookouts have been great gestures but, I have yet to accept. I don’t feel that I am quite ready for that much socializing, so I stay home and curl up with a good book. It was a little past six on a warm Friday evening in mid-August. Dinner and the cleanup were complete. I settled down in one of the rocking chairs on my porch with my well-worn copy of The Fellowship of the Ring. The sun was just beginning to set behind one of the large maples on the west side of my property. About an hour and a half of filtered sunlight remained to enjoy the evening breezes and read about Frodo’s adventures in Middle Earth. There was a horn toot on the road, and I looked up to see Christina Ashby’s blue hybrid turning into the drive. I need to brief the reader on my relationship with Chris. First, we are both professors at the local college. Although she is 20 years my junior, she is one of my closest and dearest friends. Our friendship goes back eight years to when she first arrived at the college. Since neither her family, nor mine is close by, we have tended to look out for one another. For example, when Chris and her husband Jack came down with the flu, my wife Rosalind and I took them food, went to the pharmacy, and helped nurse them back to health. When Roz was sick, Chris brought me meals and tidied up around my house. She spent hours with me at Hospice House and was at my side when Rosalind passed away. Chris and Jack have continued to look out for me since. I have been a frequent dinner guest, they brought me into their home for the holidays, and Chris has come by regularly to check up on me. I was pretty sure that that’s what this was – a wellness check. My relationship with Chris has also been flirtatious, but completely platonic. Whenever I am having a conversation with her, we lock into some serious eye contact, not a couple of seconds, but rather several minutes at a time. I get lost in her brown eyes. It’s as if we undergo a mind meld and I can’t look away. Chris is also into exercise, 5Ks are her preferred poison, but she is also an avid hiker. While motherhood added a pound or two to her short, muscular frame, she is in excellent shape. Her breasts are a B-cup or so and she has a firm, toned butt. Her curvy hips complete the look of her attractive figure. She is a stylish dresser and exceptionally modest. I have never seen more than a bare shoulder or calf. I heard her car door slam, and she soon came into view, rounding the front of the house. “Hey, old man. Aren’t you going to Tin

New Girl On Campus - listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories Jonathan hooks up with new girl at college. Jonathon couldn’t help checking out the new girl in his History class. She was very gorgeous and Jonathon was doing his best not to get caught staring at her. Her name was April and she had long, luscious, thick black hair and very kind brown eyes. She was a tiny little thing barely 5"1’ and had to only weigh around 100 pounds soaking wet, though most of that weight had to be situated in her bra. Even though she was a tiny girl she had very large breasts that looked even bigger on her tiny frame.  Jonathon was so lost in thought about how sexy April was that he almost didn’t notice that their professor was letting them know that class was over. Jonathon bent down to start packing up his stuff and get ready to enjoy the rest of his afternoon. After he had packed everything away he looked up only to find April standing right in his path. Oh no! Jonathon thought to himself, she must have caught me staring at her earlier. I’m so busted. However, April didn’t seem to be mad at Jonathon, she actually looked very nervous. Jonathon wasn’t quite sure what to do until April finally said, “Hey I’m kind of struggling in this class since I started here and it seems like you really understand everything. Would you be able to help me with class sometime? If its not too much trouble we could meet in my dorm room tonight to go over things. Would that be okay with you?” Jonathon was almost too stunned to answer because he couldn’t believe that this hot girl was asking him to spend time in her room. He realized he must look really stupid not answering right away and said, “Of course I can help you with class. I don’t have anything going on tonight so here’s my number. Just text me anytime tonight when you are free and I’ll come over to help you out.” Jonathon then wrote his number on a piece of paper and handed it to April. April seemed very glad that Jonathon was able to help and quickly took his number and disappeared with a quick, “Thanks!” Once he was back in his room Jonathon was still surprised that April had asked for his help in class. He felt his phone buzz and looked down to see who was texting him. The message was from a number he didn’t have saved, however the message was obviously from April since it said, hey I just talked to my roommate and she is going to be gone all evening so you are welcome to come over here tonight since we will have the entire room to ourselves. Jonathon read the message twice just to make sure that he understood what April had said. Not only did she want him to come over tonight but also, she was letting him know that they were going to be completely alone. Thinking about being alone in a room with April had Jonathon getting hot and bothered. He could even feel his cock getting harder in his pants. He couldn’t believe he was getting aroused so easily. If he was already getting hard just thinking about being alone in the room with April there was no way he was going to be able to keep it down once they got alone together. It had been several days since he had last taken care of himself so he quickly decided he would just need to masturbate before he went to April’s room so he wouldn’t get aroused so easily. He quickly texted April back, see you this evening, looking forward to helping you, and then went into his room taking off his shorts and tossing them on the end of his bed. Jonathon then relaxed and got comfortable in his bed. When he reached down to grab his cock he was surprised at how hard he already was just thinking about April. I definitely need to get off, Jonathon thought to himself as he started stroking his long hard cock. Jonathon started imagining April, trying to picture her big tits bouncing as Jonathon imagined her riding his cock. Jonathon was surprised at how quickly he was approaching the point of no return and tried to stave off his orgasm for a bit. Finally imagining April na

Fairmount School Sex Ed: Session 2 - listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories Second lesson for Fairmount Sex Ed: oral sex. All the students proceeded to enter the classroom and removed their clothes. The teachers were standing at the front of the classroom and they were already completely naked. Mrs. Winters addressed the class, “now class for today our lesson will focus on oral sex. Now who can tell me what it means to have oral sex?” Bethany a taller girl with light brown hair, and very large breasts raised her hand leaving her spectacular 32F breasts exposed for all the boys in the classroom to see. “Well oral sex is when you use your mouth to pleasure your partner,” she said as she started to touch her pussy a bit. “That’s correct Bethany. Now oral sex is commonly known by different names. For instance when a woman is giving a man oral sex it is commonly known as a blowjob or fellatio,” said Mr. Winters whose cock was already starting to get hard from seeing his attractive young students naked and the talk of oral sex. “Also when a man gives oral sex to a woman it is commonly referred to as eating pussy or cunnilingus,” Mrs. Winters told the class. “Now we are going to demonstrate on each other just like in the last class,” Mr. Winters told the class. “However, this time we would request that you do not masturbate to orgasm during the demonstration as there will be a special activity after the demonstration this class period. You can still gently masturbate but we would request that you do not bring yourself to an orgasm.” “Now once again I will start by demonstrating a blowjob on my husband,” Mrs. Winters said to the class as she walked toward her husband. When she reached her husband she reached down to start stroking his cock, which was already very erect. She addressed the class again, “now since I will be using my mouth to pleasure my husband I will describe to you what I will be doing to my husband before I start with the blowjob.” She got down on her knees to better show the class what she was going to do to her husband’s penis. “First, what I like to start with is simply licking up the shaft of the penis, you can also alternate with swirling your tongue around the man’s shaft. Also one thing you young women should note is that generally the most sensitive part of a man’s penis is the head so you want to make sure you are paying a lot of attention to the cock head when you are giving a blowjob. Now what I do after I lick the man’s shaft is I will put only the cock head in my mouth and swirl my tongue around the head. This drives most men wild. Once you have done that for a bit you can start bobbing your head on the man’s penis. You can also use your hand to stroke the cock while you suck on it and bob your head. Now one of the big things I’m sure you have heard of with giving a blowjob is deep throat. This can be difficult at first and takes practice and also depends on the size of the man’s penis. You can try to deep throat a man but it will probably take a few tries for you to accomplish it. One thing you also need to think about when you give a man a blowjob is where he is going to cum. Now I know most of you young women might be a little unsure about letting a man cum in your mouth but I can tell you that most men prefer to come in a woman’s mouth when they are receiving a blowjob. The key is for all you young men in the class to let the girl know when you are about to cum so she can be prepared for your orgasm. Now just like when I was showing you how to give a hand job you should pay attention to a man’s testicles while you are giving him a blowjob especially when you feel his testicles pulling closer to his body as this is usually a very good indication that he is about to have an orgasm. Now when a man lets me know that he is about to come I pull back so that only the head of his penis is in my mouth and swirl my tongue around the head until I feel him ejaculating in my mouth. Then I flick my tongue underne