DINNER FOR THREE - Adventure and Sex in the Big Apple

The following story is true, more or less. Names have been changed to protect the guilty…

What a day! The Statue of Liberty, Twin Towers, the Empire State Building, we really played the tourists that day. Well, why not? We seldom get time to really take a vacation, so we make the best of it when we can. We were up to see Missy’s parents in New Jersey for the week, so we decided to spend a day in New York City. It was a beautiful day, early spring in the year 2000, mid-seventies and sunny.

I’m a southern guy, born and raised in the hills of Tennessee, and while I have no interest in living in any kind of big city, I love to travel and see new places. New York City is certainly very different from where I grew up, but then, it’s not like any where else on earth. Culture, art, theater, academia and music vie with violence, poverty, wealth, sex, drugs and every form of human condition imaginable. Not that New York has a monopoly on these things, it just has more of them.

Anyway, we were enjoying the nice day and decided to take a break from walking. Coming down from Times Square, we crossed 42nd Street and saw Bryant Park. Perfect! There were chairs and tables scattered all around the park, people catching some rays, a relaxing looking spot. We grabbed a couple drinks from a street vendor and found some unoccupied chairs under a tree.

Missy smiled as I reached over and took her hand. Although we had been married almost ten years, we still held hands and generally acted as if we had been married only a short time. The only way to keep the spice in your love life is to pay attention to the little things and have fun doing it. She was very tall and very curvy, with long blonde hair, green eyes and quick to smile. We have a lot in common, both of us being artists, with enough differences to keep it interesting. We are best friends, lovers, soul mates. Corny, maybe.

Out in the middle of the park, kids played and adults sat on blankets and chairs. Over to the side, men huddled at small tables, concentrating on chess games. A portrait artist plied his trade nearby. Business men and women strolled in the park, perhaps taking a respite from being cooped up in the office. It was a peaceful, almost pastoral scene, surrounded by tall skyscrapers and the hustle of the city that never sleeps.

Something, however seemed out of place…there, about twenty feet from where we sat, a young man leaned against a tree. He was dressed warmly for the weather, in a hooded sweatshirt, and seemed to be staring intently at a woman nearby. I glanced at the object of his attention and saw she was quite striking. She stood a couple inches over five feet, had luxurious red hair and blue eyes. She had on a smart business suit with matching skirt and jacket that failed to hide her ample bosom and shapely rear. The lady seemed to be lost in thought, unaware of her surroundings. Suddenly, I realized the man wasn’t interested in the lady, but in the purse hanging loosely off her shoulder.

I stood up, but he had already began to move. The punk ran past the redhead, deftly snatching the purse as he went. The rest happened in a blur. Probably not expecting interference, he didn’t notice my leg sweep out until it was too late. My right leg caught his legs just below his knees, momentum causing his upper body to shoot forward while both feet left the ground. He did a swan dive onto the sidewalk, the purse flying out of his hand. Not giving him a chance to reach for a weapon, I knelt on his back, grabbed his hair and gave him a quick jab to the temple. Already dazed from the face plant on the concrete, he went out like a light. I am a very peaceful man by nature, but I was plagued by bullies from an early age and had to learn martial arts for self-defense. A few years in the military added some additional skills.

Looking around, I saw my wife had rushed to the redhead’s side to make sure she was okay. I picked up her purse and walked over to them. People were starting to gather, staring. The lady seemed to be holding up very well.

“Come on,” I said, “let’s get out of here. I have no interest in being questioned by the police all afternoon. Here is your purse, miss, if you are all right we will be going.”

“Wait, don’t leave before I have had a chance to thank you,” she said. “That punk will be out on the street tomorrow, so I’m not waiting around to press charges.” She giggled, “I think that lump you put on his head will be punishment enough. My car is in a parking garage nearby, let me at least make you both dinner.”

“That’s not necessary,” I replied, “but you can give us a ride to Grand Central Station if you don’t mind. We have to catch the train back to New Jersey tonight.”

“Sure, come on,” she smiled.

On the way to the parking garage, we made our introductions. Her name was Sue and she worked in the city and lived on Long Island. When I told her I was from the south, she smiled and said she didn’t think I had a New Jersey accent. She was surprised Missy was from New Jersey, but she had lost her New Jersey accent long ago. Sometimes I thought she sounded more southern than I did. As we pulled out of the parking garage, onto the street, Sue looked at us in the rear view mirror.

“Look,” she said, “I realize we don’t really know each other that well, but what you did was very nice. If you let me make you dinner at my apartment, you can still take a later train to New Jersey and not have to worry about eating out somewhere. I have a roast in the crock pot, so it won’t take very long. What do you say?”

I looked at Missy and she smiled mischievously. “Why not, George? A dinner for the hero!”

“Yeah, yeah,” I replied, “no respect, I tell ya.”
Sue laughed, “Then it’s settled. Dinner for three at my place.”

That evening turned out to be the highlight of the trip. Dinner was wonderful and Sue was a very sexy hostess. Sometimes you meet people who you seem to already know, and this was just such an instance. My wife and I have very few close friends, mainly due to time constraints, but I could tell Sue was becoming one of them. We talked and laughed and after dinner we took our  drinks to the den. Sue sat on the end of the short couch and Missy sat on the other side, so I squeezed in between. Very cozy and intimate.

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Sitting there between two sexy females, my mind began to wander, imagining all three of us rolling around naked! I have a very active imagination; and sometimes a very naughty one! By the smile on Missy’s face, I knew she could tell what I was thinking. We discuss our sexual fantasies with each other openly, and we have found that leads to extreme closeness. Being in a threesome is a fantasy we both share, although we have never acted on it. Maybe because we hadn’t found the right person, maybe because it is more than a little scary. Neither of us would ever cheat on the other, so where does a threesome fit in to a happy marriage? We were about to find out.

Feminine warmth against both my legs was more than my penis could take lying down! It sprang to life, straining against the fabric of my pants. Missy noticed Sue glancing at the bulge, and very gently took Sue’s hand and placed it on my lap. Sue gasped, but didn’t take her hand away. For which I was grateful! Instead she smiled, then gently squeezed, causing my penis to grow even more. I put my arm around Sue’s shoulders and our lips met for the first time. She tasted sweet, and warm. Our tongues met, tentative at first, then liking what they saw, they intertwined around each other, like two lovers dancing, becoming deep and passionate.

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Breathless, we parted and I placed my lips on Missy’s, finding her mouth hot and wanting. Then she kissed Sue, softly at first, while I ran my hands down their backs, enjoying the feeling of two passionate women in my arms. They parted, then we began undressing each other, taking our time, relishing each moment. Working together, they unbuttoned my shirt, hands soft on my chest. While Sue dropped my shirt on the floor, Missy loosened my belt and pulled my pants over my hips and off my legs, exposing dark cotton bikini underwear. Which were presently being stretched to their limit!

Sue took off her jacket and raised her hands. We eased her silk blouse over her head, revealing a lace bra filled with delight. She then leaned back, putting her sexy legs in my lap. Taking each leg in hand, I undid the straps on her high heels and Missy slid them off her feet. While she gently kissed her ankles, I slid my hands under Sue’s skirt and grasped the top of her stockings, exposing her legs inch by inch. As the stockings came off her legs, I followed them with little kisses all the way down, meeting Missy at the ankles.

Sue swung her legs to the floor and stood up. I undid a little zipper on the side and Missy pulled her skirt to the floor. She had on panties to match the bra. Sue then undid the buttons on Missy’s shirt and let it fall to the floor. I could see Missy’s nipples pressing against her bra, and Sue, being a full eight inches shorter than Missy was at the right height for a nibble. This caused her nipples to get even harder. Sue unbuttoned Missy’s shorts and placed her hands on her curvy hips, bringing off panties and all in one sweep. The bra came off next, revealing her full breasts, nipples red and erect.

Sue took one and I took the other, nibbling and sucking, eliciting little moans from Missy. I worked my way down her stomach, burying my face in her moist pussy. She shuddered as I licked her clit while Sue sucked on her nipple. I felt Sue’s hip brush my shoulder, so I turned, and pulling aside her panties, I put my already wet tongue between her hot lips, thrusting my tongue in and out. I heard her moan as she licked Missy’s breasts like a kitten. I loved the taste of pussy and two is twice as good!

Sue tossed her panties in the corner, followed by her bra. She had beautiful breasts, large on her small frame. Both women were clean shaven, allowing easy access! Sue looked at my underwear.

“I think someone has on too many clothes,” she said mischievously.
They both kneeled down and pulled my shorts over my bulging erection. They followed the panties and bra to the corner. Starting at the base, both licked along the side to the tip, then Sue took my cock in her mouth while Missy licked under my balls. Sue slowly moved up and down the shaft, licking around the rim.

I leaned back on the sofa, with Sue on her hands and knees, rump stuck up in the air. Missy moved around behind her and thrust her tongue in Sue’s pussy, while Sue devoured my throbbing penis. After a few minutes of this, Sue began to moan, getting close to orgasm. I had been close since we started! Missy’s tongue darted in and out, faster and faster, Sue moaning around my cock, I didn’t know how much longer I could hold out. Suddenly, Sue shook with orgasm, taking my cock deeper in her mouth. The wave I had been holding back burst forth, splashing the back of her throat. She came up for air, grasping the base of my penis with her hand, and I shot cum all over her face and down her chest. As she stopped shuddering, she placed her soft tongue back on my penis and licked it clean.

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Still on their knees, Missy gently took Sue’s face in her hands and licked all my cum from Sue’s face and tits, then slowly trailed her dripping tongue up her neck and into Sue’s hungry mouth. As I watched them passionately kiss and lusted after their naked bodies on the floor in front of me, I was thinking I sure could get used to this.

Standing up, Sue beckoned for us to follow her. We went through an adjacent door to the bedroom. Sue pulled back the covers on the queen bed and we lay down together. We lay there caressing each other for a few moments, then Sue crawled between Missy’s legs and began licking her swollen lips. Sue’s tongue twirled around her clit, then eased into her dripping pussy. I nibbled on Missy’s tit, watching Sue’s tongue dart in and out. The sight of a sexy woman licking my wife’s pussy was enough to restart my engine!

I moved around behind Sue, and taking her gorgeous ass in my hands, I very slowly eased my new erection into her warm pussy. She made a purring sound as I took my time, feeling her muscles contract around me. I could see her large tits hanging down, so I reached around and took one in my hand. My other hand rested on her ass, my dick moving in and out, pausing around the outside, teasing, then thrusting back into the wet warmth.

Missy lay with legs spread wide, eyes closed, obviously enjoying the attention. She made little whimpering sounds, as Sue’s tongue did it’s magic. My slow thrusting was getting faster, as was all our breathing. The whimpering sounds were getting louder when Sue raised her head and gasped,
“Oh, George, fuck me hard!”

I was happy to oblige. I slapped her on the ass and began riding her like a bronco. As I thrust back and forth, her juices dripped onto the bed. Missy’s whimpering became louder, Sue began to moan, and I could feel the climax building in all of us. Missy went first, whimper turning into a scream, her body shuddering. Sue was next, burying her face in Missy’s stomach as she bucked and rocked against my engorged cock. Which in turn grew even harder, then released another blast, this time deep inside Sue’s throbbing pussy. I held there for a minute, feeling her hot folds quiver around my slowly dwindling erection.

We collapsed in a heap, holding each other close as our breathing slowed and we came down off that wonderful, sexy plateau of lovemaking. We grinned at each other, a little sheepishly, but not embarrassed, as the experience we had just had was beautiful. Sue invited us to spend the night, so we all took a shower together, gently washing each other, then went to bed. Not that we got much sleep that night!

We do go to New Jersey once or twice a year. And sometimes we call up our good friend Sue. After all, Missy’s parents can do with a couple of nights alone with the grandkids… – Tom Larkin

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ROXANNE - Erotic Confessions of an Art Student

The following story is true, more or less. Names have been changed to protect the naughty…

After adjusting the picture on its hanger, I stepped back to check its position in relation to the others on the wall. Good. Everything looked in order. I was in charge of hanging the paintings for the art exhibit this month, and I was just about finished. It was the first semester of my junior year and I took my position as part time Professor’s Assistant seriously. Of course, the freshman cuties hanging around and asking me questions about art was just a bonus.

“Looks great!”

I turned to see who had spoken and was pleasantly surprised to see Roxanne, a girl from my Spanish class. And let me tell you she was hot! She sat in the seat in front of mine in the classroom and sometimes I would find myself staring at her luxurious red hair, longing to run my fingers through her soft trusses. As yet I hadn’t got up the nerve. She stood about eight inches shorter than my 5’10”, had beautiful green eyes and a great smile. Her breasts were large on her petite form, although not out of proportion, and she had a very nice ass. She oozed femininity, but also had a quiet strength. Her grades were better than mine and since I was an honor student, that meant there was also a brain behind the beauty.

“I tried your apartment, and when there was no answer I thought I might find you here,”  she said.

“Yeah,”  I replied, “I spend about as much time here or in my studio as my apartment. Sometimes I don’t get in until three or four in the morning, when there is a deadline coming up.”

“Is it all right if I look around?” she asked.

“Sure, be my guest,” I said.

“Oh, I almost forgot,” she said. ” Here are the notes I borrowed for the day I missed class. I really appreciate the loan.”

“No problem, I might need to borrow yours sometime.”

I took the notes and put them on the desk near the door. I couldn’t help but wonder why she had brought the notes here. I would be seeing her in class the next day.

As Roxanne walked around the small gallery, pausing to examine a painting now and then, I thought she seemed uncharacteristically nervous and fidgety. I was enjoying her company, but I sensed something was bothering her and I didn’t think I knew her well enough to ask. However, my question was answered a few minutes later. We were looking at an interesting painting, our shoulders lightly touching, when she turned to me with a serious look on her pretty face.

“I have never done this before George, and quite frankly I don’t know if I know how. There is this movie I have been wanting to see, a comedy, and you have a great sense of humor and I was wondering if you might want to go see it with me this Friday,” she blurted. “That is, unless you have something else planned.”

Wow! I was speechless for a moment, taken by complete surprise. I had been shy with girls in high school and looking back I probably had missed out on a great relationship or two. I had overcome this by now, but in no way did I expect to be asked out by a girl, especially one this striking. I was not a flamboyant type of guy, or in the popular crowd, but my grades and my ability to get things done usually meant most people in the community knew of me. However, an Adonis I’m not. I had spent the previous summer in basic training for the National Guard so I was in pretty good shape. I had brown hair, blue eyes and a recently grown beard, trimmed short. I had more girl friends than guy friends, with the emphasis on “friends”.

I smiled and said, “That would be great! What time would you like me to pick you up?”

“Seven is fine, but I don’t mind driving,” she smiled.

“Well, I just got my car fixed up, and I like to drive it when I can get a chance,” I laughed.

“Okay, great, well, I guess I’ll get back to my room, got some studying to do,” she said. “Bye, George!”

“Have fun,” I replied as I watched her walk out the door. “Bye, Roxanne.” I couldn’t wait till Friday!

Well, Friday finally arrived, and I went to her dorm to pick her up. I had on a nice pair of slacks, matching shirt and a nice sweater. As Roxanne came down the old fashioned staircase, I stood there in awe. She had on a very short black leather skirt, dark stockings and high heeled black boots. Her red silk shirt was cut low to emphasize her ample cleavage. A short black jacket completed the outfit. Her luxurious red hair seemed to have a life of its own, flowing from the brass hair clip that was its only adornment. It allowed her hair to flow free, while exposing her neck and delicate ears. I didn’t know how I was supposed to concentrate on the movie!

The date went very well. We seemed to have a lot in common. The movie was pretty funny, we laughed at all the same places. Although my eyes kept straying to her sexy legs. When she crossed her legs I could just make out the garter holding up her stockings. After the movie we had a nice dinner, and as she insisted on paying for the movie, I insisted on paying for the dinner. I was raised in the south, and I guess I’m still a little old fashioned still. I also believe in opening doors for women, as a sign of respect. Anyway, we had a good time.

On the way back to the dorm we were quiet, but it was a comfortable silence. Whenever our eyes met, we smiled, happy to be together. I hated to see the night end. When we stopped in front of her dorm, I mustered up the nerve and asked if she would like to go to my apartment for a nightcap. To my surprise she said yes, so I drove on down the road a few blocks and pulled into the parking lot.

My apartment was one of four in a converted old Browning, on the second floor. I walked behind her on the way up the steps and enjoyed the view, her heels clicking on the old wood boards. We made a turn at the top of the landing and I took my eyes off of her ass long enough to unlock and open the faded green door.

It was a typical college guys apartment, maybe cleaner than most, but spare of furniture. It had two rooms and a bath, a full kitchen in one and the other a combo living and bedroom. I had an old couch, a bed and a small T.V. on a box in the corner. There were comfortable carpets on the wood floor. A closet near the bathroom held all my clothes. On the mantle above the fireplace was a small stereo.

I led her to the couch and asked, “So, what would you like to drink? I have some wine coolers and a six pack of Coors.” Yeah, I know, not very sophisticated.

Roxanne opted for the cooler and I grabbed a beer. I put on some light jazz guitar, lit some candles and sat down beside her on the couch. She wiggled closer so that our legs were touching. We sat there quietly a few minutes, sipping our drinks and listening to the music. Roxanne was very warm against my leg. I put my arm around her shoulders and she snuggled up close. The smell of her perfume was heady. She looked up at me as if to say something, and as her lips parted I leaned in and slowly touched my lips to hers.

Hesitant at first, the kiss became more passionate, our tongues meeting and caressing, tasting each others juices. A slight moan escaped her as the kiss heated up. We sat our drinks on the floor without breaking the kiss. My right hand began caressing her thigh, slowly moving towards the edge of her skirt. My cock was pushing against the zipper, as I didn’t have any underwear on. There was a wet spot on my pants.

Roxanne was warm and feminine in my arms, her breathing and mine increasing. Her breasts were straining against her silk shirt with each rise and fall of her chest. I could tell now what I had wondered about all night. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Her erect nipples were clearly outlined under the blouse.

I bent down and pulled the top button off with my teeth. She gasped in alarm, but I bit off the second button before she could complain. The lustful look in her eyes told me she liked it despite herself. As the third button came loose, her ample breasts burst forth, free at last. I didn’t waste any time. I ran my tongue all around the outside of her left breast, moving slowly towards the nipple. As I got closer to the center she shuddered, and made a satisfied sound as my mouth closed over her erect nipple. My right hand still continued its journey under her skirt, finding her lacy panties. As I stood up in front of her she raised her legs to me and I pulled her panties off over her boots. I pulled off my sweater and shirt, and Sue reached up and  loosened my belt. She unbuttoned my pants and smiled as  my penis sprang forth, engorged and throbbing.

“Are you happy to see me or are you happy to see me?” she purred mischievously.

“Lets find out,” I replied, smiling.

Roxanne reached around and placed both hands on my ass, while running her tongue from the base of my cock to the tip, licking me like a school girl licks an ice cream cone. Opening her lips, she took the head of my cock in her mouth, tongue flicking as she moved down the shaft. I grinned as I ran my fingers through her hair. Just what I had longed to do in Spanish Class!

She devoured my cock, moving up and down, obviously not having a problem with oral sex. She seemed to really enjoy the taste. So good…

“Oh, not yet!” I gasped, not wanting to cum this early.

I helped her to her feet and got rid of the jacket and blouse, but she kept on the skirt, garter belt, stockings and boots. Roxanne turned around, placed her hands on the edge of the couch and stuck her butt up in the air. She began to wiggle back and forth, teasing. I placed my hands on that delicious ass and parted her cheeks. She moaned as I stuck my tongue in her pussy, darting my tongue in and out, and lapping up her juices. I let my tongue move over her clit, flicking, then very slowly moved into her pussy. I licked the sensitive area between her pussy and asshole, then let my tongue linger on her rectum, making circles as she shuddered.

The sight of her skirt pushed up over her back, in combination with the stockings and boots was just too sexy. She looked back over her shoulder and purred, “How about sticking that big cock in my wet pussy?”

She didn’t have to ask me twice! I stood up, and grabbing her hips, I put the tip of my cock to her dripping pussy. I entered slowly, feeling her muscles contract around my dick, enjoying the sensation as I eased up all the way, my balls connecting with her with each stroke. I reached around and cupped her full breast, while steadily stroking back and forth, taking it all the way in and all the way out, Roxanne moaning with each stroke. She was so wet she was dripping, my cock engulfed in a warm, moist embrace. My strokes were getting faster and  I knew I couldn’t hold on much longer.

“Are you close? I gasped.

“Oh, fuck yes!” she replied, “Fuck me hard, don’t stop! Fuck!”

I was happy to oblige. Her breasts bouncing with each stroke, I pounded her pussy, balls slapping, gasping, Roxanne moaning. We went at it hard then, no tenderness, only raw sex, hard fucking, a Stallion mounting his Mare.

Suddenly she screamed, “Oh, God I’m cumming!”

Which pushed me over the edge. As she shuddered in orgasm, I grabbed a handful of that luxurious red hair and I shot cum deep inside her, mixing my juices with hers, the orgasm flowing in waves, the pleasure almost unbearable. Using her hair like a set of reins, I pulled in tight with each final stroke, seeming to release an endless flow of simmering cum. We stood locked together for a few minutes, my cock pulsing in time with her own pulses, relishing the feel of each other’s sex, each other’s bodies.

Afterwards we took a shower together, taking pleasure in soft, wet skin. I asked if she wanted to stay the night and she said yes. As Roxanne lay sleeping in my arms, I smiled at a sudden thought. It looked as if Spanish class was going to be a lot more interesting now that I had found a naughty Senorita!

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THE PHOTO SHOOT - Erotic Confessions of an Art Student

The following story is true, more or less. Names have been changed to protect the naughty.

“O.K., that will do it for today, see you Monday.”

The art teacher left the room and the students began packing up their materials. I gathered my stuff and hurried to catch up with Colleen. She was taking art as extra credit, but she was pretty good at drawing. I needed her help for something else, however.

“Hey, Colleen, can I talk to you for a minute?” I asked.

“Sure,” she paused, smiling. “What’s up?”

“I hate to ask on such short notice, but I’m in kind of a jam. I’ve got an assignment due in photography class Monday, and I need a model. Do you think you could help me sometime this weekend?” I asked.

“Well, I’ve never modeled before, what do I have to do?” she asked.

“It’s mostly about lighting and shadows, so there is not much you have to do. If you have a bathing suit that would be great, but you can keep your clothes on,” I laughed.

“All right, sounds like fun. I think I’m free tomorrow afternoon,” she said.

“Great, I’ll reserve the photo room and see you then!” I gratefully replied.

NEXT DAY

I set up the tripod and attached my Minolta 35mm SLR to the top. Even with the availability of many fine digital cameras, I still preferred my old film model. I checked to make sure it was secured tightly, then went about setting up the lights. The assignment was about contrast in lighting, so it would be pretty dark for most of the shoot. Only one light at a time would be used, to achieve maximum contrast. I was actually looking forward to the session as Colleen was quite attractive. She was short, barely 5’, with brown hair and very dark eyes. She had full, pouty lips, a dark complexion and a full figure for her stature. She wasn’t plump, but very curvy. She was very sweet, but sometimes I got the feeling there wasn’t much going on behind those pretty eyes. Oh, well, nobody is perfect, certainly not me!

All right, everything was set, now for the model. There was a knock at the door , as I looked at my watch. Right on time! I opened the door and Colleen entered, carrying a small duffel bag.

Smiling, she asked, “Where do I change clothes?”

She had on sweats and a t-shirt, the thin fabric doing little to hide the dark area around the nipples. I struggled to keep my eyes above her neck, and said,

“There is a dressing area in that corner. The light has an old pull chain on it.”

After she closed the curtain, I could hear the pleasant rustling sounds of a female changing clothes. I loved the sound of different fabrics sliding over soft skin. She slid the curtain back and stepped out, clad in a very nice one piece swimsuit.

“How is this?” she asked, turning around for me to get a good look.

“That, that will be just fine, ” I stammered. “Step over here to the stage and we will get started. I know you don’t want to spend all day cooped up in here,” I replied.

“That’s O.K., you can keep me as long as you need me,” she said.

Colleen was a natural, completely comfortable in front of a camera. She held any pose with ease, not moving until the picture was taken, but not looking strained or artificial. It only took a couple rolls to get what I needed, so I told her we were finished.

A little hesitantly, she said, “If you had time, I was wondering if you might could take some shots for me. I brought some extra film and some different clothes. Actually, I have been thinking about trying out for a lingerie modeling job, and I wanted to see what I would look like on film.”

Was she kidding? Of course I would do it! While she was in the dressing room, I reloaded the camera and brightened up the lights. I removed the camera from the tripod, in order to be able to move around better. Colleen came back out and we got started.

She was wearing white stockings held up by a white garter. She had on a white lacy bra and matching panties. All this white contrasting against her dark complexion was beautiful. She would make a great lingerie model. We started out slowly at first, then the poses and pictures became more rapid. I kept talking to her, keeping her moving, walking all around her as I pressed the shutter over and over. She seemed to be turned on, staring at the camera as if she was making love to it, her lips slightly parted in a sexy pout. I could feel that bond that sometimes develops between photographer and subject, and I knew my erection was growing, pushing against the fabric of my shorts. I had on a light button down shirt, but it did little to hide the bulge forming in my crotch. From the way her eyes strayed down there I could tell she was aware of what was happening.
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A little smile formed on her lips, and she began moving more seductively. I was very close to her with the camera by now and she almost brushed against it with her breasts, her hands lightly moving over her body. The camera signaled last shot and I sat it down on the table. As I turned around, Colleen raised her hand and beckoned with one finger. I moved to stand in front of her. She reached up with both hands and stroked my beard on each side of my face, letting them slide down to my shoulders. One by one she unbuttoned my shirt, exposing my muscled chest. Her hands slid over my chest, then out to my shoulders, sliding my shirt down my arms and into the floor.

I put my hands on her waist and pulled her to me, feeling her lace covered breasts against my bare skin. Colleen reached around my waist and eased her hands inside the top of my shorts. She dropped down in front of me, bringing my shorts with her. I kicked them into the corner and she reached out and grabbed my cock at the base. It looked huge in her tiny hand, fully erect and eager. There was already moisture forming on the tip. Her tongue flicked out, lapping up the juice and she stood back up. That brief lick sent shivers from my cock up my entire spine.
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Not bothering to take off her stockings or panties, I easily picked her up and set her on a nearby stool. Her bra connected at the front, so as I undid the snap, her breasts sprang forth, nipples hard and erect. I licked first one then the other, sucking at the nipples, making them even harder. I ran my tongue around her nipple, then began gently nibbling with my teeth. She gasped, but looking at the pleasure on her face, it was not from pain! As I sucked and nibbled, licked and devoured her tits, I could see a wet spot growing underneath her on the stool.

My throbbing cock was eager to check it out! The stool was at just the right height, so I moved her panties aside and put my penis against her warm pussy. She moaned as I moved the head all around the outside, teasing, rubbing against her clit, feeling the throbbing of her muscles. Colleen then proved she was very nimble. Leaning against the wall, she placed one, then the other leg over my shoulders. I grabbed each leg in my hands and thrust my cock all the way in, both of us gasping at the sudden move. She was very tight, but plenty lubricated. As I thrust in and out, left and right, back and forth, she reached down and massaged her exposed clit. That turned me on even more. I stood there impaling her with my ever hardening cock, watching her tits jiggling, feeling her juices dripping on my balls, getting closer by the moment.

Then it happened…..Slowly Colleen began to shudder, her eyes closed tightly. Her lips parted and she began to moan. Low at first, her voice rose in increments, the closer she came the louder she moaned. Her nails dug into my arms, and as her moan turned into a scream I splashed my juices deep inside, again and again, squirting with each throb. Her scream settled down into a soft purr and we stayed locked together, lightly kissing, until our breathing slowed back to normal.
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Later, as I was developing the pictures in the darkroom, I couldn’t help smiling to myself. That was the best photo assignment I had ever had! Now, for that nude painting assignment. I think I knew just who to call…
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Three Naughty Stories - Flash Erotica

From Wikipedia: Flash fiction is fictional work of extreme brevity,[1] that still offers character and plot development…          Enjoy…

1: Caught In the Act:

I brought the car to a halt on the side of a seldom used road just outside town. I had been away from my guy far too long, and his picture on the dashboard was calling to me. I brought the picture to my lips, then my cheek, my eyes closed in longing.

I placed his picture where I could see it and pulled up my charcoal gray dress, revealing black silk thigh high stockings with lace lined tops. I pushed my seat back and placed my left foot out the window, against the side mirror. The cool air rushed over my now wet and hot pussy, no panties to get in the way. I closed my eyes as my fingers began their dance over my clit and down into the warm folds of my hungry depths.

My mind caressed his absent body, lingering over his erect manhood, so familiar, yet always exciting. I imagined him deep inside me, his hot breath on my neck, his strong hands stroking my eager body. Juices and sweat poured onto the seat as I shook in orgasm, wave after wave shooting through my trembling body, so lost in ecstasy that I almost failed to recognize the squeal of brakes as a car pulled in behind me.

As I quickly removed my foot from the mirror, I saw the flashing lights of a police car. My heart pounding, I straightened myself out the best I could. Suddenly, he was standing at my open window.

“Need any help ma’am,” the trooper asked.

“N-No, I’m fine,” I replied breathlessly.

The trooper looked at the picture on the dashboard, the sweat on my face, my dress still over my stockings.

“Tell him he’s a lucky man. Have a nice day.”

I smiled all the way home.

– Flash Erotica by Tom Larkin

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2: For Her The Bell Tolls:

She climbed the narrow stairs, her ass swaying gently under the long dark green skirt. Reaching the top, she glanced around the small space of the old bell tower. Warm sunlight poured through the open louvers surrounding the room, bathing everything in horizontal slits of light. The tower was located at the top of the historic court house, in which she had just won her first case. After all the tension, she needed a place to relax, before the long drive home.

Thinking of home, she naturally thought of her man. Big, strong, yet gentle of soul, thoughts of him always caused her face to flush, nipples to harden, and moisture to flow between her legs. Placing her briefcase on the window ledge, she opened it quickly, and removed a shiny object from a hidden compartment.

She warmed the crystal dildo, a gift from her husband, in her left hand, as she sat on the window sill and placed her feet on the wooden rail that encircled the old bell. She pushed her long skirt up her thighs, revealing dark silk stockings, accented with little roses. The crystal disappeared between her open thighs, through the crotchless stockings, and into her warm, moist pussy. She worked it fast, needing relief from her tension, wanting it to be her man.

Sweet juices flowed and dripped onto the floor as she moaned softly with delight. She began panting as she shoved the now hot crystal in and out, faster and faster, while her other hand rubbed her hardened clit. Raw lust filled her voice as she whimpered with each thrust, then screamed as she came, hot juices flooding over the crystal and down her silk covered thighs. Startled pigeons burst out through the louvers. She smiled lustfully…her man was in trouble tonight!

Flash Erotica by: Tom Larkin

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3: Call Of The Siren:

I could see her in the shower, her naked body glistening through the transparent door. Desire swept through me as she washed herself, her hands moving over her breasts, down her flat stomach, between her long legs. Legs that stretched from the earth to the moon; long, slender legs, shapely thighs, delicious calves, beautiful feet. Her legs called to me as the Sirens called to Homer.

Her hands stayed between her legs, fingers moving in circles, her head arched back. A look of pleasure, of lust, of ecstasy formed on her pretty face, luscious ruby lips parting in short soft gasps as her fingers circled faster, while one hand left the warmth between her thighs and moved to her ample breasts. There, her fingers found a new toy; dark, erect nipple to be pinched and rolled between long narrow fingers.

As the steamy water cascaded over her warm body, her lips parted in a whimper. A whimper which soon turned into a moan, becoming louder as her fingers disappeared between her hot, damp folds, the wetness there now caused more by her own juices than by the shower. Her body began to quiver, her hands moving faster, her moans becoming louder as she neared orgasm, sweet release. The fingers deep in her hot folds stopped as she shuddered, juices running over them and down her glistening legs, her orgasm sweeping through her entire body, her entire soul.

I watched in anticipation as she stepped out of the shower. The time seemed to crawl as she dried and fixed her long dark hair, applied makeup she didn’t need, and reached for me. At last, she slowly, sensuously pulled me on over her long legs and looked in the mirror. My black fishnet body contoured her every curve. I was home!

Flash Erotica by: Tom Larkin

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