“Hannah, we have company.” It’s a Tuesday.  I’ve just finished a long day at high school.  I’m beat.  Even though I’m sixteen, I don’t have a license so I have to walk both ways.  I didn’t shower after gym class.  Too many pervy girls.  Combined with the long walk home, I know I’m rank.  But Dexter is here.  Mom’s latest boyfriend, the one who “helps” us.  Translation is that he gives Mom gifts. I go into the family room...

It was October of 1978. It had been over a month since I had seen Kelly. She had started college in Milwaukee. She’d let me know that there had been a house party that had turned pretty wild and that there was much more to tell. I was still living with my folks and with our only telephone hanging in the kitchen, and two sisters hanging around, Kelly never got into juicy details over the phone. The house party had worked....

It was April of 1978. Kelly and I were just a few short weeks away from high school graduation. We were the peak of the Baby Boomers and our small-town school was crammed to overflowing with over fifteen hundred teenagers. For reasons I can’t recall, the prom that year had been moved to early April (maybe it was band availability?) from its normal May slot. Every school has its cliques. At our school, the Barbie Dolls wer...

“That girl is so full of shit,” Charlene mumbled under her breath. “Huh?” questioned Tommy. “That girl... talking about unwanted touching at a fraternity party... she’s lying.” Charlene was referring to a story they were watching on the nightly news. “I’m not saying that I disagree, but I am curious about why you’re not buying it,” Tommy queried. He and Charlene were college roommates, with benefits, but rapidly becoming...

When Charlene came out of the bedroom, Tommy was parked in front of the TV. Looking up, he observed, “After running around the apartment mostly naked all week, I wasn’t expecting to see you in something so conservative.” “Conservative?" Charlene replied, "Not what Daddy thought. He said this was too tight, and with buttons from top to bottom, entirely too suggestive.” It had been a week since their relationship had turned...

Tommy and Blake woke to the sound of bacon frying. Charlene was already up and preparing breakfast, having extricated herself from between Tommy and Blake, without waking either. The guys could see that Charlene was still dressed as she had been for bed – panties and short t-shirt. Charlene expressed no concern over their appearance for breakfast in only their skivvies. As they waited for breakfast to be served, Blake and...

Tommy grabbed his bag of stuff and went to Charlene's door. It was shut. He hollered through the door, “You ready?” “Yeah, yeah, just a minute,” she replied through the door. “We need to get moving, Blake's already outside waiting.” “I understand. You go wait in the truck. I'll be right out.” “Okay, but don't be long. We're waiting.” Charlene still hadn't made up her mind about what to wear for the trip. She had put on a...

Her legs were bare, she wasn’t wearing a bra and the top three buttons of Charlene’s shirt dress were undone. Charlene was still a few months shy of being eighteen and old enough to get into the club, but one of her escorts, Blake, had told her that somewhat immodest attire would likely get her past the club’s doorman. Charlene wasn’t really sure about all of that but as it provided a rationale for dressing the way she re...

Charlene was dressed like a high-school girl, and a prudish one at that - white blouse buttoned up to her neck and tucked into a pleated gray skirt that came down almost to her knees. Not that the skirt length made much difference with her legs being totally covered by white stockings. Tommy wasn’t even sure he wanted to admit knowing her. And such a shame too, he thought. Charlene was a pretty girl – not too short and no...

A few months ago we made an otherwise boring journey into London into an orgasmic pleasure. Let me explain a bit. We live about an hour from London by train; it’s one of those trains that stops every few minutes at each station along the route.My outfit for the day was just a pair of boots a coat and a smile. Other than that I was naked. I left the house like this and was going to be naked under my coat all day in London....

I have small, firm and perky tits. I never wear a bra and normally feeling my erect and pierced nipples rubbing against my clothes and my clit hood piercing ring touching between my legs is enough to keep me in touch with my body each day but yesterday when I went shopping I really needed more.It was a warm day so I chose and skirt and silky blouse. As well as always braless I never wear panties but it just wasn’t enough....

I was in bed with my husband Mike one Saturday morning, we sleep naked so were nicely entwined with each other. We are a very sexual couple and we were just gently fooling about and starting to turn each other on. Mike was stroking my tits with their long pierced nipples encouraging them to grow and get really hard and I was  doing the same to his prick. Mike asked me to turn over so that he could work on my back and bum....

Kara held the outfit in front of her. It consisted of a pair of shorts, somewhat like speedos, and a tight crop top. It was made of a shiny gray stretchy fabric, probably some synthetic material. She had bought the outfit on a dare when still in high school. It had hugged her youthful curves so closely though, that she had been afraid to show it to her father or wear it out of the house. To this day, she still hadn't worn...

Kara held the skimpy top in front of her. She draped it over her bare breasts and hooked it in the back. It had a one inch band of stretch denim that went across the tops of her breasts and fastened in the back. It was tight enough that it didn't need straps to support it. Hanging from the denim was four to five inches of white lace hankie type material. That was it. Tonight, for the first time since her prelaw days, Kara...