The Photo Shop Ch. 15

It was a hot summer day and Brittany was floating in the pool on an air raft in a very small pink bikini. With her eyes closed and her sunglasses on, she sunbathed. Brittany laid there peacefully as the sun beat down on her barley covered body. Getting a bit too hot, her hands went for more lotion that was lying on the raft next to her. With a small squirt, Brittany released some of the lotion into her hands and started to rub them together. She gently applied the cool lotion to each of her forearms before going to her neck and chest. Carefully she tried not to touch the small triangles of her pink bikini that barley covered her nipples of her large 34c chest that sat firm on her small body frame. Brittany continued to rub the lotion in and then worked down to her stomach. Another squirt was needed for her long legs. While she was only five-foot-six-inches tall, her legs seemed to go on forever. The lotion felt good as she worked it into her strong thigh muscles and small calves. Bri

Subconsciously, I heard footsteps walking towards my almost-empty room. As soon as I became sure that they were really footsteps, I opened my eyes and got up from my steel bed. I waited until the door opened. A few seconds more and someone entered. He was there again, in front of me. Even with the dim light surrounding me, I can make out his tall figure. His shoulders so broad I can imagine having a difficult time engulfing them with my arms. His stern body showed his almost protruding biceps. I took a closer look at his chest -- still muscular and sexy. I wondered, if I pounded it real hard, will he feel any pain at all? Looking down, I felt more delighted to see his bulge and it made me remember what I was dreaming before I heard him coming to my room. In my dream, he was caressing my soft small breasts, my nipples getting hard from each stroke of his fingers as he lustfully kissed my neck. His other hand reached the gem between my thigh, teasing my kitty with occasional soft touch

Gina-Marie led me upstairs by the hand, swaying her ass in an accentuated way. "Do you like what you see?" She asked playfully. "Mmmhmm," I replied. "I can't get to get your pants off." "Not so fast, mister. I just want to take a quick shower first, but I want you primed and ready for me when I come out." She said back to me. I took off my clothes in the bedroom, and Gina-Marie started to open our toy box that we kept under the bed. First, she took out the handcuffs, and the blindfold. Then the paddle. I sat on the bed, giving her a questioning look. She twirled her finger, gesturing me to turn around. I got on my hands and knees, facing away from her. First she put on the blindfold, ensuring that I couldn't see. Once she was sure I had no vision, I felt her lift one of my arms to the headboard, and I felt the handcuff go around my wrist, and the other clicked in to place on the wrought iron headboard. Her mouth came up to my ear and sh

Jury duty can be rewarding This is a story about two people who live a few miles apart and, except for the addresses, received identical letters -- a jury summons. CAROL "Damn, damn, damn!" I exclaimed after reading the letter. "Fuck, I don't need this." I re-read the summons again and this time noticed that on a certain day and time I was to call the number listed to see if my group was excused. The next day I showed the letter to my boss. "There might be a chance I'll be called," I stated in a calmer voice than the previous time. "If I do, it could put a hole in my schedule and we have that Logan account that's nearly ready to be finalized. Should I try to get out of jury duty?" "No," my boss, Emily stated quite firmly. "It's our civic duty and I believe that if you are called and selected, you should do your part. Look at it this way, my best VP will be among a cross section of customers and maybe you'll be

Bridgeford Tales, Part 2 By Alex Barton [Author's note: this story includes explicit descriptions of incest, lesbian and anal sex. It also includes reference to unsafe sex practices such as ass-to-mouth, rimming and felching. If you find this offensive please do not read it. All characters are aged 18 or over.] Prologue There are villages within fifty miles of London where pretty cottages with roses in the front garden, backing on to orchards and paddocks that slope down to lazily meandering rivers, have been a feature of the English countryside for hundreds of years. Now, though, where once generations of families were born, married and lived in these villages all their lives, the cottages are being bought by wealthy people who want to own a second home in the country, or for wives whose husbands stay in the city from Monday to Friday and only return home at the weekend. Naturally the 'incomers' think they have an enlightened attitude toward sexual promiscuity unknown to