Just before Van got to the edge of the dancefloor, his urge to go came back. He turned around just in time to see Marsha walk out of the same bathroom he was just in. Van looked at Marsha puzzled and she looked at him trying to figure out what he was looking at. "What's up" she said. "Nothing, I'm heading to the bathroom, hadn't seen you for a while." he replied. "Well, now you have. Meet me at the bar when you're done playing with yourself in there." Marsha said.
An uneventful bathroom trip later, Van pushed the door open to the thumping of the music. The bodies mashed into each other. Van remembered his own body mashing into some girl sitting on a stool. He saw Sam a few feet in front of him. "Yo Sam" he said trying to get his attention. The music was too loud and Sam didn
The music thumped as Marsha, Van, and Sam danced in the dark night club on the first floor of their hotel, The Underground. As the songs transitioned with precision, Marsha danced closer to Van, "I can feel the bass pounding in my chest" she said leaning in. "Kind of like you at the Palace" she added as she laughed and danced away into the crowd. Van looked over at Sam. He was dancing with some girl. She was super hot wearing tight black and white capris and a black top with a swooping neckline. So swooping that Van could see the sun tattoo above her belly button. Only magic or maybe tape kept her large tits out of the club air. Sam always finds his girl. Van couldn't judge because he had found his own girl too.
Song after song they danced. Van pulled his girl close and she
*beep* *Beep* *Beeeeep* Van sprang from his bed. At first he thought it was his alarm clock. It wasn't. He looked out his partial open window to see his friends Sam and Marsha sitting in the Jeep parked in the driveway. Sam was in the passenger seat and Marsha the driver's. It was the first day of the last summer vacation he'd get to enjoy. Of course he wanted to sleep in, however his two best friends had other ideas. He waved to them and motioned towards the front door for two reasons, one so they would stop that annoying honking and two so he could punch Sam for waking him up.
Sam must have known what was coming because Marsha was at the door when Van opened it. She looked up at him with the sad puppy dog eyes. Van grumbled and sighed knowing he was outsmarted. He blamed
It was Friday. The last couple of days had been quite eventful to say the least. I was jerked off amongst all of my coworkers and I was jerked off in a hallway before being pushed on my ass, all in successive date. What made it even weirder is that it was my unassuming platonic friend that did it, all without saying a single word to me.
My walk into work was less determined than yesterday. I still said my greetings to the ladies as normal, but inside I was feeling confused. I wasn't sure what was happening to me. I kept replaying the events from the last few days. I kept feeling the slow slight tug of my cock in the auditorium and how the cum felt as it soaked through my pants. I then felt the firm furious stroking as her hand twisted around my cock. The feeling of being expo
I sat there in utter shock. Wren, my unassuming friend, had just made blow the load of the century into my pants during a work meeting. And worst of it, I let her do it. I couldn't stop her. I had to do something, I couldn't let the cum soak in since I still had a whole day of work to do and the presentation looked like it still had a ways to go.
I quietly got up from my seat and made my way to the exit. Hopefully the dark spot the size of Texas was not visible in the low light. Once clear, I power-walked to the nearest bathroom. I looked around to come up with some sort of a plan. I had a brief flashback to the 1st grade. I suppose it was a similar situation, but that time I pee'd my pants. I still ended up in the bathroom worried about what to do. Fortunately for me time
Well, the first thing we would have to do is plan on where to meet. I would prefer a public place because I would leave my house naked and show up to meet you that way. All I would bring with me would be an assortment of sharpie permanent markers, bag of flour, a camera that took video and a lap top. I would put all that in a backpack or something similar.
I would arrive at our prearranged meeting place around 30 minutes before we were scheduled to meet. Hopefully it would still be during daylight time as well. When you were on your way you would call me and we would chat as you drove and once in the place (if other cars were around) I would let you know where I was parked. I would leave it up to you whether you wanted to park next to me or somewhere else and have me walk to where
We took a flashlight and walked through several campsites until we were near the river's edge sites. I figured our fishermen might be near there. We had tanned topless in the woods near the river bank where they were casting earlier in the day. Sheila and I shared similar exhibitionist fantasies and had become good friends and partners since our pubescent awakening.
We stopped and listened. We both heard a group of Spanish speaking men laughing and talking. We walked towards their sound and found them behind a fold up camper sitting around a campfire passing a Tequila bottle. I took my girlfriend's hand and led her near them saying 'Buenos Noches'. They all looked up and said 'Buenos Noches' back to us. I spoke to them in Spanish and said we had seen them fishing earlier and was wonde
It was a cool November night, and the life of a quiet town was at its slowest when the clock struck midnight. The atmosphere was damp and cozy. The street lights dazzled and danced on the wet black-top. The stillness interrupted occasionally by the clawing of dead leaves. It was on this evening that the lust for late night comforts took Samantha.
Samantha was 22 year old hard working lass with a focus that drove fourth her ascension in the professional realm. She had wonderful brown almond shaped eyes that burned dimly with a friendly ember that could melt anyone. She was a brunette, and had hair that grew down to the small of her back. Her dark bangs framed her lovely round face as if it were a window to her cheeky smile. She was what most considered a fat girl, but despite the commo
Mistery gift - The gift that keeps on giving.
This wild story begins one lovely morning as any other morning on our farm. We were fairly known dogbreeders in the area. Right next to the house was a barn where all the dogs were kept. The shining sun bathes my naked body as I wake from my slumber, I skip to the shower, try myself and head downstairs to get some breakfast.
