I stood slowly, with Bobby’s help. My body was sunburned from my forehead to my feet. I had fallen asleep as I tanned. It hurt but I’d had worse. Bobby walked me to my bedroom and helped me to lie down.  “Can I get you anything?” Bobby asked. “I have a bottle of aloe vera in the bathroom,” I answered, lying spread eagle on the bed, “It’s in the second drawer.” Bobby rattled through the drawer, finally returning with the a...

I woke Sunday morning, stretching my arms and legs on the sheets, tangled on my bed. The cool morning air caused goosebumps to cover my naked body. I rolled onto my back with a smile. My dreams were filled with the memory of last evening's adventure. My finger teased my clitoris through the red sheet. I was ready for the day with Bobby. The last day of our long weekend. I had to work and he had school tomorrow. He would s...

Lying slumped across my desk, my ass still sticking up in the air. I can feel his cum dribbling out of me as I hear him zip up his fly. He pulls my head up off the desk by my hair. He leans in, gazing into my eyes and kisses me once on the lips. “You’d better get yourself dressed and cleaned up. The next class will be here in five minutes.” And with that, he shoulders his school bag and walks out of the classroom as the b...

I closed the car door and walked to the back of the vehicle, leaning my ass against the trunk. It was a cool clear night, crickets chirping in the darkness. I wanted a cigarette but that habit was hell to break. I found myself playing with his shirttails. I was still naked under his shirt.  I pushed myself up onto the trunk of my car and laid back on the glass. Remembering the excitement of walking naked in front of the f...

The old gentleman took his seat in the solarium as he did every day at 3:00. He looked out at the driving rain and smiled. Sitting back, he took a small metal object from his pocket and pressed the button on the side. In an instant, he was sitting at a desk in his small garage apartment. He smiled again as he saw the notation on his notepad, October 26, 1944 – 3:00. Moving the chair back, he stood when he heard the light...

Bobby had a surprised grin as I stood at the door, naked. My purse in hand as I twisted the knob. My nerves were buzzing, my nipples completely erect. Still daylight outside, there were several houses in the area that my front door was visible from. I was feeling daring since flashing the delivery guy.  ”Are you coming?” I asked as I pushed the door open. A jolt of fear ran through my body as I heard a lawnmower and a wee...

I took Bobby to my bedroom by the hand. Both still naked and Bobby still hard. I told him to get on the bed. He did as I told him, and I turned my webcam on. With the remote in my hand, I climbed on the bed with him. My head hovering just over his dick, I adjusted the camera and zoomed in just enough so that his face was out of the shot. ”Are you ready?” ”Yes ma'am,” he nervously answered. ”I guess.” ”Don't worry, Bobby,”...

I’ve always been ambivalent about tattoos. When I was young the only people I knew who had one were ex-servicemen. Later they became synonymous with far-right extremism and in my mind were threatening. They served as a warning. I only began to notice them on women when I was in my mid-forties. By that time my sons were getting themselves too & from school on their own so I hardly ever met with the school mums at the gate...

”What do you mean?” Bobby asked, ”Something you'll regret.” I fought my urge to take him right here and now. He was so young and so strong. His cock was long and thick. It looked to be as hard as a granite mountain. I was so wet, and my nipples obviously erect.  “I mean, put something on,” I growled, “Or I’m going to kick you right in your nuts.” He covered his privates with both hands instinctively. I turned away and lea...

I woke with a yawn and a stretch. Bobby was still sitting at my feet, asleep. A bit confused as to how we ended up here. The rays of light cast through the blinds by the sun cut through the dimness of the room. I fought through a cloudy hangover to remember. My eyes scanned my body; my long tee-shirt over my old white shorts. Things started to slowly come back to me. I ran my fingers between my legs to find no panties. Fu...

“Ok, Bobby,” I said, “You win. Can you let go of my towel please?” He was holding half of my towel open, exposing my pussy and my right hip. He had found his evidence. He knew for certain that it was me that he saw on Ogleme. I could no longer deny it but he was still a sixteen-year-old student in my class. “Bobby,” l demanded, “Let go of my towel. Please” He looked at me with a grin and then pulled the towel a little fur...