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I was tired, bone tired. Not only tired of traveling, tired of life in general. The thought on my mind, as I pulled into the gas station/restaurant, was it was time for a change. I had a good nest egg in the bank, a few investments, and a military retirement. What the hell was I selling tools door to door for? It was time to settle down, buy a little house on a stream, and do some trout fishing.
The smell of food was heavenly as I pushed through the door into the restaurant. I dropped my jacket on the back of a chair and looked for the restroom sign. I found it just as the waitress arrived. I had just turned 54, and if I was a gambling man, I would say she was a mite older than me. “Paula” decorated the plastic tab on her left breast. I thought of an old joke and restrained the urge to say, “great, what did you name the other one.” I smothered the smile as I looked her in the face.
“What’s your pleasure?” she asked nonchalantly.
“Sex on the beach, preferably just as the sun is going down and the sand is still warm. A good 4 wheel drive truck,” I nodded to my red truck outside, “and a steak this big with eggs and toast. White and hard up, just like me,” I said before she could ask how I wanted my toast and eggs. She smiled and slid the pencil behind her ear. I watched the sway of her ass as she walked away. I cleaned up and sat just as Paula arrived with my meal.
“Join me?” I asked as I cut the egg into pieces.”
“Yes, but not now. How would you like a picnic on the bank of the cutest little trout stream in Wyoming, just about sundown?” she asked with her eyes crinkling in amusement. I almost choked on the eggs. I looked her in the eyes and nodded. “Any sand?”
“Not for miles. Green grass and trees. I own 60 acres of it.
“That’ll do,” I nodded, managing to finish my breakfast as calmly as possible.
“I nearly held my breath as I pulled up to the stream and turned off the engine. Paula and I sat watching the flow of water over the rocks and along the bank. The stream was so shallow you could walk across it. I knew there were a hundred trout just waiting under the cutaway banks.
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Herbert Vancross stepped away from his wife, looked furtively around, then slid out the front door. He listened to the sounds of the party behind him. He heard music, the murmur of voices, and a woman’s laughter. What he didn’t hear was his wife’s harpy voice calling his name. He hurried to their Volvo station wagon, slammed the door and turned down the wooded drive toward home.
Ellen Vancross watched her husband from the corner of her eye. Mitch suddenly appeared at her side. His hand slid into her’s, and with a laugh he led her upstairs to his bedroom. Several people watched the intrigue and shook their heads knowingly. How could the Vancrosses not know what was going on when everyone else in Coldwater did?
Herbert arrived at his home and noticed that most of the lights were out and all was quiet. He smiled, filled his mouth with a puff of breath freshener, then put the key in the lock. He found Gloria sitting in a padded chair in the living room. She sat as regal as a queen, as undisturbed by his appearance as a ghost at a seance. She sat blinking at him while he strode across the room and sat on the couch across from her. His eyes went to her open dress and sexy legs. She wore dark stocking… and black underwear he noticed.
“Got bored with the party?” she asked in a casually voice.
“Got bored with the company. She’s still there. By the time I go back, she will be drunk as hell and won’t remember a thing.”
Gloria calmly began unbuttoning her dress. She opened it and paused, looking at his greedy expression.
“You said I would get an extra 100 dollars,” she reminded him. He nodded quickly, his eyes fixed on her near nudity. Her dress now lay completely open, draped at her sides. She wore tiny black panties and a lacey bra. As he watched she slid her fingers into the cup of her bra and pulled it down to reveal her nipples. Herbert moaned and leaned forward for a better look. Belatedly he remembered the kids. He glanced at the stairs to make sure they were asleep. Read the rest of this entry »

Cynthia entered her father’s library. She paused closing and locking the door behind her. At last, she could get some peace and quiet. She knew her father had been popular, but she hadn’t expected the sudden influx of guests at his funeral. At last count there had been over 14 thousand people. Wow. A fitting end for a world-famous scholar and explorer. God, what a crowd. Not all of them were old and stuffy, she recalled with a coy smile. But were they interested in her, or her inherited money?
Remembering a snippet of information long buried in her mind, Cynthia stood and ran a hand over the collection of moldy books. Her father had collected books from all over the world. He even had some professing to be mystical and magical, if you believed in that sort of thing.
She rested her hand on the last book her father had pointed out nearly 15 years before. It was more of a manuscript, rather than a proper book. It was neatly bound in wood and leather, and hand decorated with hieroglyphics which only her father, and a few other’s in this world could understand. But inside were many hand-penned notes transcribed into English. She took the book out and dropped it on the desk, running her hand over the leather cover. Maybe, just maybe…
She stopped at the notation called “Cernunnos”. That wasn’t an Egyptian name, it was definitely pre-Egyptian. Possibly from the Picts of prehistoric England. But what caught her eye was the notation, “eternal youth,” penned in huge letter and underlined. Yes, it was just as she remembered it. Cynthia was 53 years old and could certainly use some “eternal youth”. Her face had grown aged and wrinkled. Her breasts were nearly non-existent and what was there hung down toward her knees. Yes, eternal youth would be nice. What the hell did she have to lose? she wondered as she picked up the rest of what she would need, tucked the book under her arm and slid out the back door.
Cynthia felt silly as she stripped down and piled her clothing on a nearby stump. She felt even sillier as she tied herself between two trees using padded karate belts her father had on hand.
She positioned the book on top of her clothing and looked around the forrest guiltily. What if she was seen? Oh to hell with it, she decided. She must read from the book and believe in what she read.
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“Make Danielle feel welcome while she’s here, will you Frank?” Pat Hockett implored as she gathered her things together.
“I feel awkward, hon. I know she’s your sister, but I haven’t spent more than an hour with her my entire life. I don’t know anything about her,” Frank said as he selected several dry flies and put them in a plastic box. He took up his fly rod and kissed his wife on the lips. “Have fun in Sterling today. Do you remember which shells I wanted?”
“20 gauge, number 3 buck,” Pat said awkwardly.
“Great,” he said enthusiastically. See you tonight,” he said, heading for the stream behind their cabin. He heard the Land Rover start up as Pat went off shopping. She would have a good day, but Danielle should have gone along. He didn’t want to babysit her. The trout would be biting on an overcast day such as this. Hell, she had gone for a walk, when she heard about their plans. The chances were she would meet Pat down the road and ride along after all.
Frank flicked his rod experimentally as he neared the stream. He looked up and stopped in shock. He had found Danielle. Boy had he found her. She was naked, except for a fishnet bodysuit. She had a plastic dildo in her mouth, sucking it as if it were a cock. Read the rest of this entry »

“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.
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“Michelle, can I have the folder on the Indiana Pharmaceutical account?” a voice said from the speaker on Michelle’s phone.
“Yes sir, just a minute,” Michelle said, glaring at the speaker, and then the clock. It was fifteen minutes before quitting time. There were several hours of beautiful sunshine left outside, she should be heading for the beach. But she suddenly remembered that it was Friday, cleaning day. This was the day she cleaned the offices. If her boss had any class he would hire a cleaning crew to do the job. But at 8.50 per hour, she was cheaper.
“Damned,” she swore as she took Dick Gleason the folder.
“Don’t forget to clean up?” he said with a winning smile.
“I won’t” she said with an answering smile, which turned into a scowl as she left the office.
She sat waiting until she heard his outer office door close. With a sigh she went to the front door and locked it. She then went to his private entrance and locked that door as well. She went from his door to his entertainment system. She spun the dial on the radio until she found a swinging station. Dancing to the beat she returned to her office, she kicked her shoes off to block the connecting door open, and began disrobing.
Michelle had once hated cleaning the office, so she changed her routine to make it more enjoyable. She took off all her clothing, selected her sexiest stockings and put them on. Then she danced around naked for a while, massaged her clit and made love to herself there on her bosses floor. After that she proceeded with her cleaning, stark naked except for her sexy stockings. It might seem silly, but it worked.
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Alicia strolled along the tree-covered avenue enjoying the afternoon heat and sunshine. North Carolina was wonderful in the summer, hot, but not too hot. She was still amazed at all the greenery. There hadn’t been much of that in New York City. She knew that Shirley lived next door, even though she had never actually met her. Both her and Shirley were NHRA widows. Their husbands were in the Mopar Mile High Nationals. Alicia was lonely. Maybe she could share her loneliness with Shirley. She sure as hell needed to share it with somebody.
“Hello there,” a voice called from somewhere. She searched the house and lawn. She finally spotted Shirley because of a cloud of smoke being exhaled into the shade on the upper deck. Shirley was sitting on the deck with her back against the tree, smoking a cigarette.
“Come on up,” Shirley called.
“I’m…”
“Alicia, I know,” she interrupted. I’ve known you lived next door since we moved in. I’ve been too busy to come over. It’s good to see you,” Shirley said, flicking her cigarette onto the driveway.
“I’ll be glad when the Indie is over,” Alicia said, climbing the stairs. Perry should be home for a while.
“Ray will be gone until the Winston. That’s why we moved here,” Shirley said, standing. “Come on in.”
“I’d rather sit outside, it’s so nice this afternoon,” Alicia said, looking up at the breeze blowing through the trees. The house was surrounded by a pine forrest. It was beautiful. Her eyes went to Shirley, absolutely dazzling in her knitted white dress which showed her bra and panties beneath. It was quite an outfit.
“I know. I just love this deck,” Shirley said, taking a seat at one of the tables. She motioned Alicia to a second chair. Alicia turned it and sat cowboy style. Since she was wearing a short skirt her black panties were as visible as Shirley’s. Both women checked each other out thoroughly. It was more than a casual glance, and they both liked what they saw.
“I get so damned lonely,” Alicia said. “All my friends are back in New York. I don’t know anybody here, and when I go into town they look at me like I’m a tramp. They’d probably die if they knew that Perry and I are swingers,” she said confidentially.
“You sleep with other men?” Shirley was aghast.
“Men and women,” Alicia nodded. “The more the merrier.”
“I wish I could be so free,” Shirley sighed. Ray expects me to just sit at home and keep house. He has relatives around here who keep an eye on me.”
“Fuck that, you’re not a prisoner. Whenever you feel trapped call me, I’ll come over.”
“Thanks, it will be nice having a friend close by,” Shirley smiled.
“Have you got anything to drink?” Alicia said, standing suddenly.
“Of course, how thoughtless of me. Come on in,” she sprang to her feet and hurried through the doors. Alicia followed slowly, giving a careful glance around before she followed Shirley inside. She closed the glass filled doors and locked them. Shirley stood looking at her, glancing from her to the lock.
“Why did you lock it?” Shirley asked nervously.
“Because I’m going to try and seduce you and I don’t want any of Ray’s relatives peeking in,” Alicia said, dropping her dress and stepping forward in only her black, transparent slip. Read the rest of this entry »