CINDY: Like many, I lost my virginity in college, in a college dorm room, to be specific. One single room with two couch beds. Literally, when the couches were pulled out, there was barely a foot between the beds. Even worse, the room was also right off the elevator. When Cindy and I fucked, we could hear people getting on and off the elevator. I worried they could hear us too. Cindy was two years older than me. We met he...

When I travel for a week or more, I usually plan an unscheduled contingency day. That way, if a museum is unexpectedly closed, the weather is bad, or I’m just feeling well, there is a spare day to do something I really want to do. Arlene and I, though, had no problems. We saw all the sights we wanted to see. On our contingency day, our last day, we stayed in bed for hours after waking. We cuddled, talked, cuddled some, an...

Part III One of the guarantees of growing old is that, at least once during the night, you will have to get up to use the bathroom. After I finished in the bathroom, I looked at Arlene. The dim light hid any signs of age. There before me was a womanly figure underneath the sheets. I could only see the outline of Arlene’s body. Still naked, I just stared at her admiring her large boobs but also appreciated who she was. Arl...

Summary of Part 1: A mature couple flies across the country to NYC and meets for the first time. He has just come out of the shower wearing sexy men’s underwear. She is wearing a white baby doll and has just whispered, “Let’s go to bed.” Part II I said, “Let’s check out the view first.” I led Arlene to the window and opened the curtains. Dressed in her baby doll, she was hesitant, but I said, “No one can see us.” Four fli...

Arlene and I became “friends” on an adult website. We chatted regularly. She was in the “mature” age bracket like me. During one of our chats, I sent her a face pic. (She already had some body shots in my profile). Arlene was the first person on any adult site that I had sent a face picture to. I was pleasantly surprised when she sent a face picture back without me even asking. We chatted about everyday things and our mut...

Most erotic stories start off with a description of the participants. The woman is described with lovely, if not large, breasts. She has a trim figure and cute ass. The man is described as tall, muscular, and well-endowed. Most of the time that is not reality, particularly so in my situation. The woman in our story, my wife of multiple decades, has large breasts, but they sag with age. Also, despite surgery years ago, she...

Note: To fully appreciate this part 2, please read part 1 first. I went to the gallery to pick up Jennifer up for our date. She had Bare Music prominently displayed. She paid me a great compliment by pricing it three times as much as any similar sized painting. Jennifer and I had a wonderful dinner, but I had to call the evening short as I had a rare Saturday morning meeting to attend. Over the next few months, Jennifer a...

Don’t be turned off by the first paragraph. The old people in the story have nothing to do with the sex; they are just part of the plot. Mom was getting on her years. She sold her house and moved into a nursing home. As she owned the house free and clear she had money to spare. She gifted me ten thousand dollars; the maximum amount allowed by the IRS before a gift of money has to be taxed. I put the money in a savings acc...

Note: I wrote this story with a lush friend, who said she gets off watching guys get off. From our emails, it was understood our meeting would not lead to intercourse. It took awhile for her to be assured I would be gentleman and would not try to have sex with her once we got our clothes off. I assured her again and again I would respect whatever limits she set. She was finally convinced when I told that I knew there woul...

Author’s note: This is work of fiction. Since she moved in next door, I’ve always been on good terms with my neighbor Claudia. If I went away for the weekend, she would take care of my dog. If she went away I would take of her cat. She was younger than me, about 35, but in great shape. I gave hints from time to time that I wanted to be more than neighbors, but she hinted back that she was bi. We left it at that and contin...

Author’s note: In real life I will be attending a professional conference in San Diego. Each fantasy can be read on its own. I was feeling really good. My presentation went exceptionally well. I was headed back to my hotel room to get ready to celebrate. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do to celebrate. I might hit the town or try out the fancy pool, but first I needed to go back to my room to get out of my coat and tie....

Author’s note: This is the second story I have written about having “fun at the conference” and more are planned. Each story is distinct; the only similarity is that all the stories take place at a professional conference in San Diego in the summer. A conference, in real life, I hope to attend. San Diego is a great place to attend a professional conference. The air is warm, the people friendly, and as it is summer, busine...

Even though I am a respected, long-term professional employee, I don’t get much in the way of perks. There is no corner office or cute secretary to keep my appointments straight. No office at all, just a cubicle. But once in a while, meaning every three or four years, I do get to attend a professional conference. This year’s conference was in San Diego. This meant besides listening looking a PowerPoint presentation, being...