Mature

Lying in the chair, stretching lazily beneath the summer sun Nikki heard the rowdy voices of her new neighbors. It was just after ten in the morning when the signs of life had started to show next door, and by the sounds of things, the party was in full swing again. Nikki listened. Loud voices talking over the loud music. The phone ringing, someone calling out to another. A young female squealing with laughter, male voices cheering with obvious approval. She had to smile at what she heard.

I usually don’t meet people off line, but after several hot chats with this charming young man, he convinced me it was about time I spent a little less time on the net talking about my fantasies and a little more time on my back fulfilling them.

We had been talking about my fantasy of meeting someone at a nearby State Park and spending the afternoon making love in the grass of a secluded little valley I know; and since he lived only thirty miles from there and was very much into older

Although he had thought about it so much over the years, he was just not prepared for it. He ran the scenario over and over in his head and he could always be suave, witty, charismatic, and romantic. But when it actually happened he was like a deer in the headlights. The softness of her hand on his at first nearly overwhelmed him because for so long he had wanted to know what she felt like. And now that it finally had happened it was so much different than he imagined.

Her hand was a lot softer

I spent most nights of my senior year in high school babysitting. It was my parent’s fault, really. Apparently having a real job would affect my grades too much, so I was stuck earning my money by spending my nights in various houses, feeding Kraft Dinner and hot dogs to hyper-active kids while their parents took a night off.

It wasn’t terrible, by any means. In fact, I took it quite seriously. I don’t mind children, and at most places I had full access to the fridge while I

After my rather drunken night, I was a little apprehensive about going down to breakfast and seeing James the young waiter or Henri the barmen, with whom hubby Tom had shared me the previous night. All sorts of thoughts went through my mind – that it would be all over the hotel, that having had a bit of fun with an older woman they would treat me as a bit of a joke or a slut.

Hubby had reassured me that he had been up for it as much as I had and he had really enjoyed himself –

I pulled up outside her house and Maria climbed off the pillion. Her racquet was slung across her back and she reached behind and pulled it over her head.

She was smiling; in fact she never stopped smiling except of course when I tried to put my hand up her dress. Then it was, “Please stop; I don’t want you to. Why do you always have to spoil everything by being dirty?”

I had no wish to spoil anything, I just wanted to put my hand between her legs and feel her pussy. Even when

Being a virgin at 20 didn’t make Chelsea a prude, but she was definitely in the minority amongst her peers.

She was sitting in her room, musing on why “it” hadn’t happened yet and could definitely come up with a few reasons, none of which were the traditional ones. No, she wasn’t saving herself for marriage – god that could be years from now — or never! Neither was she waiting for just the right guy — at 20 she was pretty sure he didn’t

Mattie Addison looked down at the small plastic object her mom had just placed in her hands. “What is this?” She asked as she looked up at her parent.

“What does it look like?” Cybil replied to her daughter.

“It looks like your Platinum Card, but it can’t be your Platinum Card because you’d never let me within 100 miles of that,” Mattie said as she brushed some of her dark brown hair from her pretty face.

“Normally you’d be right, but

Our first time together was really amazing. I am still reeling from how many times you got me off. Moving outside my comfort zone has been so rewarding!

You enjoyed my body – my peach-sized breasts with their pointed nipples that responded so readily to your eager mouth, loving hands or tireless cock; my tanned body that was agile enough to keep up with you; my warm pussy that responded so wetly to the pleasures you shared.

But today was going to be the real test, at least in my mind.

I was almost twenty when I finally discovered the main difference sexually between the girls I had been dating and the older women I saw all around me. Being young, I was always attracted to the tight-figured, fresh-faced girls in my classes, and being relatively attractive in my own fashion, I got the chance to Braille-scope their charms. There is noting quite like running your hands over a young girl who is just getting the idea that her body is made for pleasure.

If you are careful, generous