The gf (Kelsi) and I decided we wanted to go on a cruise, after a lot of planning we decided to take a 5 day cruise to the Caribbean. We are both very fit and Kelsi really enjoys showing off in her bikini, so obviously she packed several including a couple thongs. Fast forward to the first day of the cruise, we take our time getting use to the ship figuring out the ship. Eventually decide to get some drinks and relax by the pool as we wait to depart. First day goes by pretty chill. That night we decided to have a night cap at one of the bars before heading to bed decently early. At the bar, we start talking to another couple, Chris and Steph, who are married, and in their mid 30s. We finish our drinks and head to bed after saying good night. The next day while at sea, we decide for another day at the pool, had a couple mimosas with breakfast and Kelsi was feeling good so of course she decided to wear one of her thong bikinis. While relaxing, Chris and Steph walked by and chatted a mi
I was cooking in the kitchen while wearing a robe when my sister in law showed up unannounced at my door. I let her in and she went to sit on the couch in our living room while we talked. Not going to lie, as soon as she showed up, I was instantly horny. The reality of us being alone together while I was naked under my loose fitting robe had my cock getting hard real quick. From where she was sitting on the couch, she could see all of me too. My cock was pitching a huge tent in my robe and I knew she would be able to see it. So at first I tried to angle my body away from her so she wouldn’t see it, but after a couple minutes I decided I’d let her see the show. I stopped turning my body away from her as much and gave her a view of my side profile instead. My cock was lifting my robe up, begging to be uncovered. I could see her eyes locked on my bulge while I cooked, nonchalantly. My cock, being bigger than average, would have been impossible for her to miss. She didn’t mention it
Okay, so men who adore burying their head between a woman’s legs and not coming up until the job’s done, hey, you may understand this. A guy friend of mine, we’ve known each other a long time, he’s officially hit a drought of 6 months. The thing he misses the most, apparently, is giving head. In the car on the way to go shopping and to meet with other friends, he was outright with it. “I’ve clearly found you on a very horny day.” I grinned. That’s when my pussy started streaming wet. He went into detail about going without and how he’s not even bothered about a BJ in return. My response was, “if a guy went down on me, he’s getting his dick swallowed. He’s likely getting his cum swallowed too.” I could see the horny cogs working in his sex crazed brain. The conversation carried on. He went into the scent, the taste, the arching of hips when you get them close. We then got out of the car. I was SO wet and feeling kinda needy for a hard working tongue. So I kept that thought handy
I was nineteen and in college, still living with my dad and my stepmom, Abella, who’d baked every birthday cake since I turned eleven. We were close, and I’d had fantasies about her I didn’t want to admit. When I reached the door, I stood there on the doormat, listening. That’s because I heard Abella’s voice, which, even through the wall, was easy to recognize since it was so sweet. “…No, Josh hasn’t touched me since his big promotion. I swear, if I didn’t have my toys, I’d forget what an orgasm felt like.” Laughter, then the chair scraping against tile. “No, I’m not joking. Honestly? I miss getting creampied. Like, the actual mess, you know?” My fingers froze around the doorknob. I wanted to believe I misheard her, but Abella didn’t really do euphemisms. She never had. My brain short-circuited. Was it a cooking thing? My birthday was next week. Maybe she was talking about baking. It had to be about baking. Through the window, I saw her in the kitchen, wireless earbuds plugged in,
Okay so this happened a few weeks back and I’m still kinda embarrassed about it. So our dorm bathrooms are co-ed and the showers are these individual stalls with curtains. I went to shower super late at night thinking nobody would be there. I was washing my hair when I heard the door open and someone go into the stall right next to mine. Whatever, no big deal. But then I dropped my shampoo bottle and it rolled under the curtain into the next stall. I froze for a second before I could say anything until this guy’s hand came under the curtain holding my bottle. I laughed and said “thanks, smooth move dumbass.” Turns out it was Tyler from the third floor…We always flirt in the hallway and tease each other. He started joking back like “you owe me now” and we kept talking through the wall while showering. The conversation got dirty really fast as I was talking my usual big game, saying stuff like “bet you wish you could see me right now” and we both laughing. He fired back saying I woul
It had been three months since Alina broke up with Egor. The twenty-eight-year-old fitness trainer with a perfectly toned figure, toned abs, and a firm butt had firmly decided she wouldn't be in a new relationship. But, as they say, you can't fight nature. Daily workouts to the point of exhaustion and a vibrator in the shower afterwards barely saved her. Alina was wet at night, waking up from wet dreams, but a relationship? No, she didn't want that. That evening, the gym had already closed to clients. Alina decided to stay and work out herself, relieving the pent-up stress of a hard day. She changed into short, tight shorts and a sports bra that barely contained her firm, C-cup breasts. The gym was empty, the lights dim, and only the hum of the air conditioner. But when she emerged from the women's locker room, she saw Egor—her ex-lover, the owner of the gym—lingering in the office. Next to him stood his best friend, Ruslan—a true muscle-bound bodybuilder, six-foot-s
Holy shit. I’m literally sitting in my car right now trying to catch my breath because I think my brain just short circuited. I’ve been seeing this specialist for a few months, let's call him Dr. K, to deal with some thyroid stuff that’s been making me feel like garbage. The meds have been helping, but I had to go in today for a routine follow up. I’m going down my list of symptoms, ticking off the brain fog and the sleep issues, and then I mention some weird skin irritation/sensitivity I’ve been having down there. Totally clinical. He doesn't even blink. Just says we should do a quick visual to make sure it's not a reaction to the new dosage. Next thing I know, I’m on the table with my feet in the stirrups, just staring at a poster of a human heart on the wall. He’s being super professional, which I appreciate. He moves my skirt up and he’s checking things out, saying how everything looks fine. Then it happened. His fingers are moving and he accidentally brushes right over my clit.
Nadia liked to fuck dirty. I’d never met a woman who made me feel so wanted, like every part of me was a treat she couldn’t wait to unwrap and devour. We’d been married seven months and, even with the honeymoon long over, she was still insatiable. Our favorite spot was her ass. It was the first thing I’d noticed about her, and I’m not proud of that, but it wasn’t something you could ignore. She was built like a fertility goddess, with the kind of hips and curves that made my hands look small. Her ass was a religion, and I worshiped it daily. So that night, when she padded into our room wearing just one of my old college tees and a grin, I knew what she wanted. She bent over the bed and pulled the hem up, baring herself. No panties, of course. Her skin was already flushed, thighs tight and trembling a little, even before I touched her. “Did you lock the door?” she said, glancing back. “Why would I?” I asked, stroking her cheeks apart. The pale round of her ass framed her puckered sta
I (19F) uncomfortably in my seat as I heard my boyfriend Mark get into the shower in the bathroom upstairs. Leo, (23M) my boyfriend's roommate had walked over and sat down right next to me on our two-person sofa. Leo had this knack for doing small things that got under my skin. Leo is a fun, outgoing person that easily puts a smile on others and has this radiating confidence about him that makes people like him. "Hey Sarah," he said with a slight grin. "Looks like you two really went hard today." Mark and I run a fitness coaching business and we just finished a boot camp in the square across the street. Today's session had been particularly intense, a total body workout that had me completely drained. "We were," I admitted, leaning my head back. "I’m wiped out. And starving. I just hope Mark doesn’t spend an hour in there so we can finally grab some food." "You know his routine," Leo grinned. "He treats that shower like a spa day." I smiled because I knew he was right. MMark was n
Hey guys, here’s a brand new story for you. My name is Ana and I’m 50 years old. I volunteer at the local high school helping with events and chaperoning trips. Everyone sees me as the sweet, responsible older lady who’s always organized and smiling. They have no idea how filthy my mind really is. A couple of weeks ago I went on an overnight field trip to the state capital with a group of seniors. One of the college helpers was Tyler, a 21-year-old who used to be my student a few years back. He had grown into a tall, quiet, broad-shouldered young man with a shy smile that still made my stomach flip. The ride home was late at night. Most of the students had fallen asleep with their headphones on, and the bus was dark except for the faint glow of the dashboard lights. Tyler came and sat next to me near the back. He spread a big blanket over both of our laps. “It’s cold back here,” he whispered with that same shy smile. “Mind if I sit with you?” I smiled and nodded. At first we just
I flew to St. Petersburg for a three-day logistics conference—the usual routine for a mid-level manager: presentations, coffee breaks, and the constant exchange of business cards. The hotel was decent, right in the center, overlooking the Neva. On the very first evening after the official part, I went down to the hotel bar—my feet were buzzing from my heels, just wanting to relax with a martini. He was already sitting behind the counter—Dmitry, one of our key clients. We'd been corresponding for months about work, but had only seen each other in person a couple of times at group meetings. Tall, confident, about forty-five, with an expensive suit and a wedding ring he wore all the time, even here. Next to him was a young woman, about twenty-five, in a formal but form-fitting dress. Alina, his assistant. I'd only known her by email: always crisp letters, perfect spreadsheets. In person, she was even more beautiful—long legs, a neat bust, shoulder-length blond hair, and those e
so I was planning on going to get a birthday present for my wife in a town about 300 miles from home . found a awesome hot tub on face book market place for a steal , well I was telling my brother and sister inlaw about it and my sister in law asked if she could go with me to get it and I was like yeah whatever I could use the help and company, well I hooked my truck to the trailer and the next morning we were off bright and early , I told my wife I was going to buy a truck to fix up and resell and she was like whatever cause that happens alot . well anyway we make the drive over buy the hot tub dude had a skid steer with forks so we got it loaded up and homeward bound we went . well about 200 miles from home the truck broke down and it was getting late no shops open to get parts so we got a hotel she called her husband told him we broke down and we were staying the night he didnt seem concerned. I called my wife and let her know I was broke down and getting a room till I can get parts
We set out on the open sea on a small yacht late in the afternoon. The sun was already setting, painting the sky in incredible shades of pink, orange, and gold. A light salty breeze ruffled my hair, and the yacht gently rocked on the waves, as if lulling us to sleep. All around us was an endless expanse of water, not a single shoreline on the horizon. We were completely alone, and this feeling of complete freedom was more intoxicating than the glass of wine we'd had with dinner on deck. I stood by the side of the boat, leaning against the warm wood, watching the sun touch the water, leaving a fiery trail behind it. He came up behind me silently, wrapped his arms around my waist, and pressed his chest against my back. His body was warm, and his arms were strong and gentle at the same time. I closed my eyes and exhaled, feeling the salty breeze mingle with his scent—marine, musky, familiar. We were silent. Words were superfluous. Only the sound of the waves, the lapping of the wat
This was our first corporate event of such scale. Usually, after New Year's or summer reports, everyone would head home, but this time, the director rented a huge country house with a sauna and pool for the entire weekend. "So the team could finally truly relax," he said in the general chat. Yulka, my wife, had been working in the same marketing department for four years, and as my husband, I was also invited "for company." On the way in the car, she smiled the whole way and twirled the black nylon stockings she had just bought in her fingers. "Are you seriously going to wear this?" I asked, watching as she began adjusting her bra under her light dress while still on the road. "Why not? Everyone knows I like to look sexy. And you yourself said that after boring corporate parties you want something... hot." I nodded, but a lump was already forming in my throat. We'd long fantasized about her giving herself to someone in front of me, but for it
This happened 12 years ago, but I can still replay it in my head like it was yesterday. Back then, I’d been dating my girlfriend, Ana, since high school. She had two close friends, both of whom, at one point or another, had a thing for me. After graduation, one of them moved to London, while the three of us—me, Ana, and her best friend Alex, ended up in the same city for college, about 300 km from home. We rented an apartment together. Three rooms, one each… at least on paper. In reality, Ana and I shared mine most nights. Alex was impossible not to notice. Tall, blonde, blue eyes, curves in all the right places and she knew it. Sometimes she’d walk around in skirts so short they felt more like a suggestion than actual clothing. Ana, on the other hand, was shorter latina, with long hair and a body that could distract me mid-sentence. Completely different… equally dangerous. The first year passed without anything happening. But there were moments—little looks, lingering touches, pla
Her confident gait, long, slender legs in black stilettos, and stunning C-cup breasts, swaying beneath her thin white blouse, instantly captured the attention of every man in the Domodedovo Airport waiting room. And most importantly, this goddess was walking straight toward me. I felt envious glances piercing my back: Nikolai, the project's chief engineer, and suddenly such a beauty was flying with him on a business trip to Kaliningrad. When I was told I was flying to Kaliningrad to secure approvals for a new residential complex with Anastasia, our company's marketing director, I nearly jumped. She was 29 years old, unmarried, but every guy in the office had been drooling over her for a year, dreaming of seeing her naked just once. They said she was a former model, but she was a brainwasher better than any analyst. For me, it was like winning the lottery: two weeks in Kaliningrad with her alone. Anastasia came up, smiled dazzlingly and extended her hand: — Hi, Kolya. Ready f
Sunlight sliced through the living-room blinds in hard, slanted blades. My son came home from college with his friend. Two nineteen-year-old boys. They dropped onto the couch, thumbs hammering the controllers, laughter cracking like gunfire. I stood in the doorway and watched. The friend was tall. Shoulders wide and solid, the way a man carries himself when he already knows what he wants. One look at him and something low in my belly tightened - hot, heavy, sudden. I turned without a word and walked to my room. The work report waited on the desk. Letters blurred. I sat, but focus was gone. My hand moved on its own - down my thigh, under the hem, across the damp cotton. Not stroking, just pressing, feeling the heat pulse against my fingers. Twenty minutes. The clock ticked. My breathing stayed even. Inside, everything throbbed. Then I stood. I needed the bathroom. I opened the door. He was there, by the laundry basket. My red panties - the ones I’d worn yesterday - pressed tight t
I met her in the park completely by chance. It was July, hot, and I was sitting on a bench in the shade, drinking kvass and staring blankly around. She walked past, and I didn't even remember her face at first—I rarely remember faces when I see something that blows my mind. She was wearing white high-heeled sandals. The straps were thin, wrapped around her ankle, the soles were red, and her toes—neat, with a scarlet pedicure—were just visible from beneath the straps. And her gait. That gait when a woman knows she's being watched. Her feet were planted firmly, her heels touching the pavement first, then rolling smoothly, her calves tensing, her tendons taut. I watched her go. Then I saw her sit down on the bench next to me, take out her phone, and scroll through something. She crossed her legs, one on top of the other, her shoe dangling from her toes. I watched and felt my mouth go dry. I should have been drinking valerian root, not kvass. My name is Vika, twenty-six, a haird
*Everyone in this story is 18+ and fully consenting.* Sometime around Thanksgiving last year, I was working dinner service and had just put the check folder down on the table of an older woman and who looked to be her son, who at the time I thought looked like was in his mid-twenties. The woman, who if I had to guess was in her late 50s, caught my eye and motioned for me to lean down so she could whisper something into my ear, so I leaned down and waited for her to speak. The words she said took me aback. As an attractive female working in an environment with many wealthy men, I had been propositioned and flirted with countless times, but this was a request I'd never encountered, especially coming from a woman. She whispered, "I know this might sound crazy, but my son has never been kissed by a girl before, and I think you are so cute and wanted to see if you would kiss him for a $500 tip." My eyes must have flown open as the shocked expression took over my face while I quickly st
The next time we went to the beach, I knew I wanted to push it further. For some reason, the idea of teasing him had become kind of an obsession of mine; something I had thought about regularly since our last trip, especially late at night with my hands between my legs. Not that I would ever admit that to him. Or even to myself, really. Josh was my best friend, and I'd never do *anything* to jeopardise that. Except, of course, my pussy had other ideas. We didn’t talk about what had happened last time, but I felt like maybe something had changed between us. Not on the surface, but like…underneath. Something unspoken, I guess. I could feel it in the way we didn’t message each other for the next few days, and the way his voice was a little more hesitant to answer when I called him, like he was trying not to remember the feel of my nipples under his thumbs. “Hey, want to go to the beach again? I had fun last time…” “Oh…uh…yeah, sure!” The next day we drove to the beach just