It was Labor Day weekend of 1977. Kelly and I have always enjoyed auto racing. There was a dirt track about a half-hour drive from our little town. We would go and enjoy the racing action about once a month or so during the summer. There was just something about racing back then that made Kelly’s pussy wet. I think the combination of horsepower, engine roar, stud drivers, and the excitement of competition all worked toget...

She was driving a convertible two-seater Boxter S Sports car. I was trying to merge into her lane of traffic on my way home after a hard day at work, but she was tooling along at a modest speed and seemed to be very diligent in her driving. As I pulled up beside her, and looked in her direction, she looked over in my direction. She quickly looked ahead and then back in my direction. I slowed to fall back and merge into he...

My girlfriend Susan and I had been driving across the USA, East coast to West coast for three days. It was midday and we had been on the road since 5am. It was hot, very hot, and the air conditioning in the car was broken. It was cold and dark when we left this morning so we had both put on a long shirt and jeans.I looked over at Susan and noticed her wiping her brow, "You are sweating like a pig." I said as I watched her...

It was Monday; John called first thing in the morning and told me he had a busy schedule and he wouldn't be able to make it all the way over to my office, but instead he would like me to meet him for lunch. He told me to come to the same cafe, where I saw him and Anthony, at noon. I actually had an 11am appointment with a client and I was already going to be out, so it worked for me.   I arrived a few minutes early and Jo...

The next week, I had to travel to a nearby town for work. Since it was just a short flight away and the ticket probably wouldn't cost too much, I asked Becky if she wanted to get off work and come with me.  The truth was that I didn't want to be away from her for two nights. It would drive me crazy wondering if I might miss out on her new sexuality while I was gone.  And just to be clear, Becky would never cheat. Not in a...

As you may learn from future stories, Ashleigh went back to school in Illinois in mid-August. We met up a number of times in the two months prior and apparently, she didn’t keep some details about us to herself. That didn’t bother me at all. I may have benefitted from her having loose lips. Who did she share some of these details with? Many of the other cashiers, baggers, and other coworkers of ours around her and my ages...

“Should I shave my pussy, daddy?” Heather sweetly asked her stepdad from the backseat of the car. Caledon sat at the driver’s seat, groaning, shaking his head in bemusement. His wife—and Heather’s mom—had just stepped out of the car a while ago. He turned to the backseat ready to chide his stepdaughter. “What the hell are you talking about?” he began to say. His mouth dropped open and he gulped. Her black mini skirt was p...

It’s been nine days since Wade kissed me, seven days since our first date, five days since he pushed me up against his car with an intense kiss, and exactly two minutes since grinding my backside against him in a room full of people. I quickly excuse myself to the bathroom before becoming completely soaked. We’re at a concert. The snooty bitch, Jo (short for Joanne), whose name I’d recently come to learn - and who very cl...

I see you come out of the gate through the glass window. Your long dark hair reflects the interior lighting of the airport. Your skin is smooth, and your smile when you catch my eye makes me lose my breath. I can't wait to kiss you. I motion you toward the exit from the gate area and run to meet you there. As you come out of the door through security, I lift you up, kiss you deeply, and hold you tightly in my arms. Your b...

Flashbulbs stung my vision amid the surging clamour of paparazzi calling her name as she strode from the premier along the red carpet towards me and the limousine. An effortless flick of russet hair above the straps of the crimson bodycon dress brushed off the reporters like tiresome mosquitoes. I swung open the rear door for her to enter. "You," she addressed me, peeling off her Saint Laurent sunglasses, piercing chestnu...

The friendship had started innocently enough, as Misty had waved to the old guy who sat on his porch as she walked home from her city high school, and he had waved back a few times. He had a nice smile, and Misty kind of liked how he smiled at her, and how he seemed to stare at her as she walked in front of his house. She knew she was cute, and the old guy appreciated her and seemed to really smile when she wore her short...