Greg and I are very much outdoorsy people. We love hiking, wild camping and pretty much everything else that is out doors. We live in a croft on the north coast of Scotland which was hidden away in the middle of nowhere, or it was before the NC500 was created. This story refers to the first time that I met Cameron, Greg's stepfather. It was back in the summer of 2019. He came to stay with us for a couple of weeks. He is a...

This instalment is probably best read after “Works Christmas Party” as it will join the stories together and hopefully add the frisson of erotica that I hope it offers, I’ve taken liberties with a few elements of the story but it’s as close to the actual event as I can remember. I hope you enjoy. It was just after 8 o’clock when I woke for the obligatory pee. Jan was lying on the bed with her 36D tits showing above the sh...

We were texting quite regularlyand due to the distance involved were never going to meet. I was very happy to send her stories as she would send me pictures of her wanking and showing me how wet she got. This particular story started because she texted me saying she was in the barbers, sat in the chair, and was feeling very horny. She had visited a barber once whilst on holiday in Turkey and he had given her a head massag...

So I was at work sub contracting for a water company. I arrived in a road somewhere in England. To do a job I noticed there were two ladies stood across the way chatting. But went on with my bit of arrival admin One of them was a beautiful blonde lady she was about 5,6 really nice legs, beautiful curvaceous hips and I mean they were perfect and a nice size chest. And as I got closer she was really pretty. I couldn't quite...

'Don't tell me, the next time you wore a skirt and blouse.' She lowered her eyes, which at first I took to be embarrassment, but when she continued there was a new strength, a new confidence, in her voice. She had rightly deduced that I was not angry with her, on the contrary, subconsciously I'd been fondling my crotch and she had noticed. 'Yes,' she confirmed, 'that pencil skirt with the slit so high my stocking tops sho...

'Commander Forbes has always made me feel uncomfortable.' 'You didn't say anything.' 'I didn't mind. I don't know why, but I liked it.' 'You liked feeling uncomfortable?' 'It wasn't creepy, it was exciting.' 'I don't understand.' 'I'm sorry, I'm not explaining very well. It's hard to explain.' 'What was it that made you feel differently than with any other...client.' I used the word deliberately. It evoked a particular ki...

'Anything interesting happen at Mr Forbes? You were late home last night.' It was unusual for her to be late home and that combined with the splendid breakfast she had served up on this, a weekday; suspicions is not really the right word. Interest. You know, when two unusual events create a ripple in the usual calm of an uneventful life. I have to confess that it wasn't only those two things. I'd noticed a stocking top st...

Where to start... the beginning? No that is boring, let us start at the club. I had arrived here with my group of friends, a mixed bag of guys and girls who just wanted to keep on drinking tonight. That was not my scene, I preferred to stay sober. The music was pumping, a multitude of bodies gyrating and thrusting their sex at each other on the dance floor in a hopeful, if futile attempt at attracting a partner to enjoy t...

For reasons outside our control I hadn't seen Jean for several months. I should explain what USUALLY happens when I arrive at her front door. She invites me in; we say hello; have a polite (brief) kiss and a little hug. She takes the flowers I bought her (says thank you) and we wander into her kitchen where she puts the flowers into some water. She offers me wine (or a beer) which I accept and we sit on the sofa for a cha...

We don’t get to see each other very often, and yet you are constantly in my thoughts. I feel your kisses, to feel your touch, and feel your tongue, making love to me, to my whole body from tip to toe, images flash through my mind, memories, beautiful memories. It feels so good, and as always I feel my mind wandering, imagining, and wishing you were here. My fantasy starts to build. You have come over to visit me, stolen m...

I journeyed to Jean's flat in the evening and when she answered the door she took my breath away! Normally she's dressed in casual clothes - jeans, sweatshirt etc. But this time she was dressed in a very light-weight evening gown. Obviously dressed to impress. We sat on the sofa and chatted about things that were happening in our lives. We held hands but after 20+ minutes I allowed my hand to wander onto her thighs - whic...

The afternoon had finally arrived. I was due to meet Jean at a Premier Inn about 8 miles away. I wasn't at work or anything, so had plenty of time to prepare and have a shower etc. I left in plenty of time and used my sat-nav to guide me. Sitting at a set of red traffic lights I became aware of my thumping heartbeat. I had never really known what 'heart in mouth' felt like, but I knew now. I was so anxious, so excited at...

My third visit to see Jean felt a lot calmer than the previous occasions. The apprehension of 'will it be OK?' and 'will I satisfy her?' had disappeared. My first time with Jean had been overnight in a hotel - neutral ground - and I had almost hyper-ventilated when I was driving to the hotel on a Friday afternoon. The second time - at her flat - had been for an evening, and I'd been calmer but still full of trepidation. B...

I had been chatting with an Indian lady for some time on an adult dating site who I will call A. At first the conversation was convivial, testing the water to see what we were both after. I then started making suggestive comments and she replied that she was and had been restrained as she didn't know if I liked filthy conversations and asked if I would I like it?. Would I? I replied. Too right. It grew from there with me...

After I wrote about the first time I had sex with Amy she has read the stories and wanted to add her side of how it happened so over to her. Hi this is Amy I read Boss Man's story and thought I would give some perspective, first of all I don't look like the pornstar he mentioned why do men have to do that,I am 5 foot 5 inches ash blonde with highlights and black eyebrows,my boobs are 34c and I think a little saggy but sti...