“Bye darling, thanks for a great party,” Carol said, kissing her on the cheek and grabbing her left breast and shaking it teasingly. “Great touch.”
“Thanks,” Cindy said warmly. She watched Mark box up the twister game. Jerry collected his adult movies and put them carefully in each tape case. The party was breaking up around her.
Cindy felt silly in her seek-through bra, thong panties and whites stockings. The bunny ears were utterly ridiculous for a woman over the age of 9. This was her third annual all adult Easter party, and it had gone off well. Now everyone was waving, pecking her on the cheek, and leaving. She stood watching forlornly as each couple met, and left. Who was left for her?
With a disappointed sigh, she fell to her knees and began picking up the mess left behind by the others.
She leaned against the wall and pulled off her stockings. No sense in ruining them on the carpet. She tossed them into a plastic Easter basket and returned to picking up.
“Thanks a lot. Good party, Cindy,” Cindy said sarcastically. She knew she looked ridiculous, a half-naked woman crawling across the floor on hands and knees, picking up candy and plastic Easter eggs. She tossed a piece of colored paper into the basket and sighed. “The least they could have done is help me clean up. A good fuck would be nice too,” she said, tossing in a handful of jelly beans.
She hated watching everyone simply leave when the party was over. Let somebody else have the party next year. She would grab a man and leave like they left her. “Fuck!” she shouted, throwing candy into the basket.
She stopped and listened as a car started up and drove off. She scooped up more jelly beans and looked them over. Seeing no hair or dirt, she tossed two into her mouth and chewed thoughtfully as she tossed the rest into a basket.
“I hate being alone,” she hissed at the floor.
She suddenly felt a pair of hands on her shapely ass. Before she could move she felt a warm mouth touching her ass. As it licked, a pair of hand undid her bra and let it fall on the floor. In a moment her thong was yanked down off her ass, and a warm tongue touched her asshole. It licked diligently for a moment, then stopped.
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Elissa left Cincinnati on Interstate 74. She was gloriously happy to be out of her daughter’s house. She loved these little visits, but loved the trip back home even more. Bend Oregon was a long and lonely drive, but it was worth it. Now she had a gorgeous trip ahead of her, many new restaurants, and many comfortable motels. Elissa loved to travel. Her Golf hummed along over the endless roads to the west. During her travels she exchanged smiles with a few men, received honks from two trucks, and an interested glance from the desk clerk as she walked into the Ramada Inn. It was almost dark, she was tired. She checked into her room, lit a cigarette and started coffee.
As she stripped down she suddenly realized that people could see through her curtain. She leaned over an overstuffed chair to close the curtain. That was when she discovered the magazine. It had either been hidden behind the chair, or knocked off the table next to the chair. It wasn’t exactly her favorite subject. That edition of Taboo turned out to be mostly devoted to lesbian sex. She leafed through the pages, determined to give it a thorough examination before tossing it out. But as she went to retrieve her coffee, she found herself examining the pictures with great interest. Elissa was nearly 70 years old, but had a magnificent body for her age. She attracted men like honey attracts flies, so had never needed to indulged in lesbian sex to fulfill her needs. But as she looked at the sweet young things in the magazine, she felt her mouth begin to water and her hands itched to touch that soft, feminine skin.
The girls looked so sweet and delicious. Of course a girl like that would never be interested in Elissa, but maybe she could find somebody closer to her own age.
Elissa laid the magazine on the nightstand and considered that as she fell asleep. Her mind finally came up with a name. Doris, her insurance agent. She had called on her insurance agent one day and been forced to wait, as it appeared that nobody was there. Finally both Doris and her secretary came from somewhere in back, straightening clothes, giggling and whispering until they saw Elissa. They both suddenly colored and assumed a business-like manner. Elissa might not have given it another thought, except for the strong smell of pussy in the room. She knew that Doris was one lesbian she could hit on. Doris had always been overly friendly. Yes, she would call on Doris.
“God it’s a beautiful day,” Doris cried as she walked closer to Elissa. Elissa nodded, watching the waves breaking and sweeping in over her feet.
“It sure is, Doris. How are you?”
“Great,” she said in a perky voice. “I was surprised and pleased by your call.
“I have been giving you a lot of thought lately. I’ve been thinking of a few lifestyle changes and I think you are the one to talk too,” Elissa said, putting an arm over her shoulder.
“Quite likely,” Doris laughed, running a hand down Elissa’s arm and grabbing her hand. She squeezed Elissa’s hand for a moment, then guided it down to her breast. “That type of lifestyle change?” Doris asked brightly.
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1997 was a good year for me. I had just been promoted to CEO and the first thing I did was buy a new condo in the best part of town. It’s funny, I thought I was being set up for a layoff, not a promotion. That’s why I put off buying the condo for so long. Here I was, 71 years old and the head of the most prestigious company in town. Well, it’s a small town.
I bought the condo sight unseen through my subordinates. Yeah, I know, it’s a stupid way to buy a home, but I had reports, pictures, inspections, and recommendations coming out my ass. I knew the place well before I ever set foot in it, from the inadequate insulation in the attic, to the 18 inch long crack in the foundation. The only thing I didn’t know was my neighbors.
I like an ordered life with no surprises and no fuss. I had Tamera, my black and beautiful secretary, handle most of my affairs. So it was no surprise that I stepped into my new condo with a few belongings in a cardboard box and I was home. I had a fully-stocked cupboard and a full fridge. I was making espresso in next to no time. I stepped to my back door with the steaming cup in my hand and my jaw dropped in surprise. I was looking at the cutest little bathing suit decorated ass I had seen since I first hired my secretary 18 years before. Wow, what an ass! Read the rest of this entry »

Renee sat up and stretched with a satisfying yawn. She listened to the sound of the sparrows singing their joyous song from the courtyard of her house. The bedroom was damp from the early morning dew. She had left her sliding glass doors open to cool the bedroom during the night. The ocean breeze felt good as it washed over her skin. The white curtains billowed, fluttering brightly in the morning sunlight. The raucous call of a sea gull floated in on the wind. They were so annoying, yet so beautiful. Several stalked majestically down at the water line, in their never-ending quest for food.
Renee started coffee, then made her way outside to the mailbox. She found several adds and a hand-penned note in a plain white envelope. She paused and opened it. It was an invitation from her neighbor for a dip in her hot tub. She had not met her neighbor yet, or knew anything about her other than the fact that she was about her own age, blonde, and single. It was signed Patricia with Pat in parentheses. She slid the note back into the envelope and tapped it a few times, deep in thought. Yes, she would meet Pat. A hot tub was a good way to get acquainted.
Renee approached her neighbor’s door and knocked. “Hello?”
“In here,” a voice called from behind a screen door. Renee opened the door and stepped inside. Pat was making tea. They sat, drank, and got acquainted.
“You bring a suit?” she asked gaily.
“No, I…” Read the rest of this entry »