I (38F) was 19 and spent the night with my best friend. She was the same age, taller, and skinnier. Though we wore basically the same size bra, her boobs were perkier and looked bigger because of the type of bra she wore. She was better at makeup. Her clothes were more revealing. And her hair was always perfect. She had an older boyfriend and he joined us as we watched a movie. We ate some pizza, smoked a joint, and put on another movie. At some point I must have fallen asleep. We were on her queen size bed. It was pushed up in the corner of the room. I was closest to the wall. I woke up facing it, just inches away, and the bed was moving. I could hear heavy breathing. I didn't dare turn my head, but I soon realized what was happening. I didn't want to mess them up, so I pretended to still be asleep. I moved one of my hands between my legs and slowly rubbed my clit as I listened. I imagined what position they may be in and what her sex face looks like. A little while later my fr
This one happened a while back I was meeting a female friend of mine at a bar. She was there with 2 friends she had from work. They were a gay couple, both women in their early - mid twenties (nearly 10 years younger than me at the time) I'm going to just refer to them as Mary and Beth for this story (not their real names at all lol). Beth was definitely more girly and dressed like any other girl at the bar, 5'2" petite and a passingly pretty face. Mary dressed more tomboyish, she wore a lot of basketball jerseys and baggy tshirts. Usually wore baggy jeans or sweatpants with skater shoes. She had short curly hair she kept tucked under a hat. She and I actually hit it off immediately. We were playing pool together and talking about video games we were both into. She was a lot of fun to hang out with I became friends with both of them and we exchanged numbers/socials and I started hanging out with them alone occasionally (mostly Mary) and we would game a lot and even started working
I was in college and had met a girl on tinder. We talked for a couple weeks or so and ended up meeting out at a bar one night (both of us 21). Her dorm roommate was there as well. We got some drinks, played some pool, had an overall good time. Things started to wind down and the girl I was with (Hannah) and I were going to walk back to her dorm room. Her roommate said she was gonna go by another friend’s apartment for a while. We get back to her dorm room and we’re laying on her bed watching a movie. It’s a standard small dorm room with her bed on one side of the room and her roommates bed on the other side. After some of the movie, bodies get closer, hands start wondering, and clothes start hitting the floor. After some foreplay we begin having sex. First in missionary, then to doggy. I’m not sure if it was the sound of the movie, our buzzed state, or just locked in the moment of sex, but neither of us heard the door open. Sarah - “Oh shit I’m so sorry” She was already a step or
I used to be SO embarrassed about this and now I'm sitting here typing it out with one hand between my legs so I think the embarrassment phase is over lol Quick backstory that matters: I was going through a rough patch and my best friend and her boyfriend let me stay at their apartment for a while. They gave me the spare room and didn't charge me anything and were amazing about the whole thing and I love them both for it :) What I did not anticipate was how OPENLY they fuck. Like I knew they had sex obviously but I did not know that "their apartment" meant "their sex was happening in every room at all times with doors open and zero concern about volume." The first week I was there I heard her cum through the wall so loud I thought she was being murdered. I walked out of my room and their bedroom door was open and I could see his ass in the mirror going to town and I just turned around and went back to bed and laid there listening and getting wet and feeling complicated about it. It
I didn't tell him. That's the thing. Usually I do. Usually I bring it up early because I have learned the hard way that guys react better when they know upfront than when they find out later. I have had guys flip out on me. Like flip the fuck out. It's not fun. That is why I usually make sure people know as early as possible. But this guy. I honestly don't know why I didn't say anything I think I just got lost in the conversation. I was pretty into it I guess and I just forgot. I know that might sound crazy, but imagine if you had to remember to tell people "by the way i'm a girl" during a random conversation or something. We were at a bar and he was flirting with me hard and I was into it and the conversation moved fast and I just never found the opening. He was tall. Kind of muscular but not in a gym way. More like he actually uses his body for work. He had this confident smile and he kept touching my arm when he talked and I liked it a lot. He bought me a drink and then another
Ashley reached for her phone. I watched her thumb skim across the screen, quickly then slowly, quickly then slowly, scrolling notifications and checking Snap like nothing weird had happened at all. Then her whole face lit up. “Speak of the devil,” Ashley said, holding the phone up so I could see. “Your sister just woke up.” The message was from my sister. The screen showed a selfie: Maya in bed, hair in a messy snarl, her bare shoulder peeking out from a blue blanket. Her eyes looked puffy but happy. The caption read: “horny, where did u go? woke up without u and I can’t find my pants lol.” My face burned so hard I thought it might catch the couch on fire. Ashley giggled. “I told you she was trouble.” She climbed off my lap, stretched, and stepped into her thong like it was a stage cue. Then she handed me my shorts and snapped her own shorts up over her hips. She kept scrolling as she walked to the kitchen, swigging juice from the carton and firing back texts with both thumbs. Sh
Recap- I was the designated driver to my sister Janet's friends. I picked up Olivia, Jessie and Tanya from the pub at midnight and received an Australian kiss from them. What was that about? \--- We arrived at the apartment, me still half distracted from seeing Olivia topless in the seat behind me and trying to recover from the amazing blowjob that happened just moments ago. As I pulled in, I handed Tanya the keys to the apartment and asked her to go ahead as I get Janet. “Sis, do you need to go to the hospital?” I said concerned as I shook her shoulders. Thankfully, she woke up and said that she was just sleepy, and I helped her get out of the car and walk to the apartment. When I entered, the door was already unlocked and ajar and as I stepped in, I saw for a moment that Tanya was topless- changing into her clothes for the night. I was just about to soak in the sight, when I felt Janet’s hand over my eyes. “Guys! Come on!” She remarked. She walked me to her room with my eyes
My friends and I, all in our 30s, gave DnD a try starting about a year and a half ago. I'm sure by some standards that's not a very long campaign, but by ours (new to the game) it felt like ages. We only get together once every 2 weeks at best, but whatever, it's a lot of fun. I'm the only one who's married, but two of my friends date a little, and the other two really don't at all (all males). Even the ones who date say it's hell out there, so it's still pretty rare for them to be seeing anyone. I was lucky enough to meet my wife in college, so yea, we got super lucky. My wife is gorgeous. Way hotter than me, but I treat her really well and we are best friends. I hit the jackpot to be honest. She knew all about the DnD campaign from me droning on about it during walks or over dinner, so she was well aware that my character was a warlock that summons demons, one of which is supposed to be a sexy succubus that feeds on male horniness basically and then turns that into an extra eldritch
We were out camping with a few of our friends. One night around the fire my wife wouldn’t stop complaining about how hot it was. She’s a thick girl, soft hips that curve out wide, full thighs that press together when she sits, a real solid body with a soft stomach that folds a little when she leans forward. The heat was just sticking to her. She was sweating through her shirt, the fabric clinging to the soft roll of her belly and the heavy shape of her tits. I’d told the guys before that she gets self-conscious about her body sometimes. She second-guesses how she looks, especially being thicker, and it can mess with her head. So when one of the guys finally goes, “If you’re that hot just take the damn shirt off. Dare you to sit here in your bra and jeans,” I was a little surprised she actually went for it. She looked at him for a second, then just shrugged, grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it off. Underneath she had on this black bra that was barely holding her 34DDD tits. W
Another update to the ongoing escapade between myself, my wife, and her friend! This previous Friday, my wife went out of town for the weekend for one of her friend’s bachelorette party. I came home from work like usual and went about my routine. I message my wife to see if she landed safely, and she had. I let her be as she was gearing up to go out with her group of friends. That evening, Danielle had messaged me asking how I was. I responded and we chatted a bit. She asked how I was doing with my wife out of town, I’m gathering my wife had told her she would be out of town. I stated that I’ve been managing and she started to flirt a bit more. She stated that she was in the bath and sent a photo of herself covered up by the bubbles. My cock couldn’t resist and a started to get firm. I asked her if she was pampering herself from a hard days work and she said she was. She sent another photo with her fingers slipping between her legs. At this point, I pulled my cock out and stroked myse
Quick thing about me so this makes sense. I'm alt-ish. Black hair, usually messy. I run every morning in a sports bra and shorts because I refuse to overheat and also because my tits are big enough that the cleavage in a sports bra is... noticeable. Like guys-tripping-on-the-sidewalk noticeable. I'm aware of this. I use it. Whatever. So there's this guy on my street. Dad of two. Wife works a lot. He's out in his yard almost every morning when I leave for my run. Watering plants, taking the trash out, whatever dads do at 7am. We started saying hi a few months ago and the hi turned into small talk and the small talk turned into actual conversations and somewhere along the way it got flirty. Nothing crazy. Just the kind of flirty where he'd say "you look good today" while I'm standing there in a sports bra with my tits practically spilling out and my black hair piled up in a messy bun and I'd smile too long and neither of us would say what we were actually thinking. He vents to me s
I need a job that isn't retail because retail makes me want to die so when this sports bar near campus was hiring waitresses I applied. It's one of those places where the girls wear tiny shorts and tight tops and the whole point is guys come in to stare at your tits while they eat wings. You know the type. I figured perfect, I already like attention and I have the body for it. Quick thing about me. I'm kind of the alt girl. Black hair, dark makeup, dark nails, mostly wear black when I'm not in uniform. No tattoos or piercings, just the aesthetic. I've got big tits though, like really big for my frame, and in the uniform top they're basically on a shelf. My manager told me on day one that I'd "do well here" and she was looking directly at my chest when she said it. She was right. I made insane tips. Partly because I'm good at my job but mostly because I learned fast that if I leaned over a little longer clearing plates or "accidentally" brushed a guy's arm while setting his beer d
My name is Vera. This is the story of how I ordered new wallpaper and received something completely different. My husband, Andrey, had been promising to renovate our bedroom for six months. One less-than-ideal day, tired of listening to his excuses about being busy, I simply hired a crew. More precisely, one person—Timur. A friend recommended him, praising his skill and reasonable prices. My husband reacted to my high-handedness with a sluggish air: "Okay, let him try. Just don't bother me with all this nonsense; let him figure it out himself." Timur arrived on Monday morning. Tall, calm, with calloused palms and a piercing brown gaze. Compared to my perpetually tired husband, hunched over his laptop, he looked like an alien from a planet where men still have arms growing out of their shoulders. For the first two days, I watched him with a mixture of curiosity and annoyance. He did everything himself: removing old furniture, stripping wallpaper, and spackling the walls.
so I was supposed to be out the whole night but plans changed and I ended up back at the apartment around midnight. before I even got the door fully open I could hear her, like actually hear her, moaning loud through the wall, so I came in as quietly as I could. they were on the couch. her boyfriend had her legs pulled all the way up to his chest, holding them there, and was just absolutely railing her. the way they were positioned he was facing the door so he clocked me the second I walked in, but she had no idea I was there. the moment he saw me he started going harder. like immediately, visibly harder, slamming into her while keeping full eye contact with me lmaooo. he made a little gesture with his hand that she was drunk, so I stepped closer instead of leaving like a normal person. she had this tiny pink tank top on and it was basically see-through from sweat, like I could see everything, every bounce, her nipples completely hard, the whole thing. he lifted her up and started f
The next few days at work, I tried to avoid Casey as much as possible. Unfortunately, he seemed to be doing the opposite, as if subconsciously witnessing his girlfriend deep-throating my dick had brought us closer together. But in truth, he was blissfully oblivious to the forbidden beauty lying in my Hidden photos folder. A stronger man might have deleted them out of principle, but I knew that unless requested by Kelly herself, those pictures weren’t going anywhere. And then came Friday, when the usual, “what are you doing Sunday?” conversation came about. I thought about lying, saying I was busy or getting sick. But sure enough, when the time came, I encouraged our usual routine. And then came Sunday, and the hours leading up to their arrival left me near crippled with anxiety. I had not talked to Kelly since she left my house that day. I had conjured up a million reasons to casually text her but had stopped myself each time. *Is she feeling the same shame I am? What if she doesn’t
I'll tell you how I fucked my former classmate, now a neurologist. It all started when I started having some strange pain in my groin. My wife said, "Go see a doctor, stop putting up with it." So, I made an appointment at a private clinic to avoid lines and prying eyes. I show up, sit in the hallway, and wait. The nurse calls out, "Come in, room twelve." I walk in and am stunned. Sitting at the desk is Olya Smirnova, my classmate about ten years ago. She's aged, sure, but not much. She still has the same bangs, but instead of jeans and a sweater, she's wearing a white coat. "Wow," I say. "Olya? Is that you?" She looked up, squinted, then smiled: - Oh, my God. I didn't think you'd end up here. Come on, sit down and tell me what's bothering you. I sat down and began to explain. She listened, nodded, and wrote something down. Then she said: - Okay, let's watch. Lie down on the couch and take off your pants. Well, I undressed.
I’m 22. My older sister Nora is 25. Her best friend Sienna is also 25. They’ve been inseparable since high school. Both athletic, both ridiculously hot, and both the type who say whatever the fuck is on their mind. Last Saturday the power went out during a storm. Mom was stuck at work. Nora and Sienna showed up soaked from the rain, laughing, dripping on the kitchen floor. Nora had twisted her ankle pretty bad trying not to fall on the wet driveway. Sienna was basically carrying her. They crashed on the living room couch. Nora’s ankle was already swelling. Sienna helped her peel off the wet leggings and sports bra. I tried to look away. Failed. Nora caught me staring and just smirked. “You’ve seen worse. Come help.” I iced her ankle while Sienna changed into one of Nora’s oversized shirts. No bra. No shorts. Just the shirt and black panties. Nora was in a tank and panties. Both of them stretched out on the big couch like they owned the place. At some point Sienna started co
Marina Lvovna stood in the middle of her future office, wincing in disgust. Cement dust hung in the air. Two workers in stained overalls were laying wiring. More precisely, one, the younger, stocky fellow, was drilling into the wall, while the other, older, with a weathered, red face, simply sat on an overturned bucket, squinting at their boss. Marina was used to men in the office barely daring to look at her. She'd bullied them, fired them, and promoted them without a second thought. But here, in the dim light of the unfinished office, she felt uneasy. She was a queen here only on paper, but in reality, she was just a woman who got in the way of her work. The men smelled of sweat and burning, not expensive perfume, like her subordinates in expensive suits. "Well, mistress, we'll be done soon," the young man said without turning around, shouting over the noise of the drill. He didn't even look at her. It was annoying. Marina stepped around the construction debris
We moved into this house in May. It's a two-story building with four apartments, a small courtyard, and parking for two cars. Ours is on the far left, on the ground floor. The neighbor on the right is a man of about forty, lives alone. His name is simple, Sergey. He works from home, does something with computers. I've seen him a couple of times: going out for the mail, taking out the trash, sometimes smoking on the porch. An ordinary guy. Not fat, not thin, short, dark hair. Strong hands. For some reason, I noticed this right away—his hands. The first few weeks, we just said hello. "Good morning," "Good evening." Nothing more. His wife greeted him too, but casually, without stopping. Then one day, I came home from work, and she was standing next to him at the gate, laughing. He was telling her something, and she was listening. I walked over and said hello. Sergey nodded, saying that we had a nice yard, that it was quiet. I agreed. We went home. In the evening
The festival had been going exactly as planned. We’d set up camp close to Louisa (18F) and her friends, partly because I’d been asked to keep an eye on her, and partly because my mates had immediately taken an “interest” in some of her friends. They were more than happy with the arrangement as we helped carry their alcohol from the car to camp. During the actual days everyone did their own thing though. We’d disappear into the crowds, occasionally see them all back at the tent to top up on alcohol levels, then head off again into the evening. It was just before the headline act when I went looking for some food and unexpectedly ran into Louisa. She looked slightly flustered having lost all of her friends and being unable to contact them. There’s like 100k people at the festival, so WhatsApp and texts just doesn’t go through until hours later. I got my food and waited for my mates with Louisa at a pre-agreed meeting spot. The main stage was filling up quickly, so we gave up after a w