lowtide

8 min·Jul 1

Christmas is a pretext for family gatherings, feasting, drinking, and letting loose. The sequence of events shapes the outcome: savoring Christmas Eve is one thing, but reveling in a truly unforgettable night is another. With Lauren, my favorite sister-in-law, younger and with curves that demand attention, we indulged in a night that burned bright, fueled by icy champagne bubbles and the heated pulse of my desire We converged at the family's sprawling lakeside retreat, five families uniting to celebrate, among them Lauren, about 34, with a figure that stops you cold. She's well aware she's the spark of my restless nights - I've made it clear with every glance, every whispered hint at our gatherings. Until that night, my brazen, lustful advances had only earned me polite pecks and hugs constrained by family decorum. Lauren, "Lulu" in our close-knit circle, was especially "spirited" that evening, the champagne's effervescence loosening her usual restraint, softening her sharp wit. It wouldn't have been so tempting if I, the one spinning this tale, hadn't been keenly alert, ready to pounce on any crack in her defenses and claim victory at the first opening. I kept her glass brimming, ensuring her mood stayed high. My attentiveness bore fruit - she began to lean into my suggestive banter, teetering on the edge of propriety, trading sly looks and veiled promises until we brushed against the delicate line of physical intimacy. With the family drowned in champagne's glow, no one noticed - deep into the night, everyone was far merrier than usual. After endless toasts, we scattered across the retreat's grounds - some clutching flutes of sparkling wine, others lighting fireworks, the rest slumped in a haze of food and drink. Far from the music and crackling pyrotechnics, I lounged against a weathered cedar, eyes half-closed, biding my time to advance my relentless pursuit of Lulu. "Hey, Nate! Guess who? " - Soft hands covered my eyes - "Go on... take a shot! ""It's you..." - I pressed my lips to her palm as she stepped in front of me. "Brother-in-law, hiding out here... all by yourself? " she teased, her voice a playful lilt. "Worn out! Too much to drink..." "Ha! That's two of us, then. "With a casual grace, she settled beside me, her head resting on my thigh. I shifted, bending my left leg to cradle her just right. She turned to face me, her fingers grazing my inner thigh, stirring my senses, coaxing my body from its drowsy state into something far more primal - bluntly put, she was waking me up in every way. Her teasing touch hardened me, my arousal growing under her deliberate strokes, while from the cedar's shade we watched the family revel in the night's excess, oblivious to us. Her hand lingered, shaping me through the fabric, each movement deliberate, stoking a fire that threatened to consume us both. "You're flirting with danger... keep it up, and you'll get scorched, " I murmured. "What if I want to burn? " she countered, her eyes glinting with mischief.Her boldness took over. She swung a leg over mine, straddling my thigh, her hand assessing my readiness with a slow, firm grip. I pressed my knee against her core, and she adjusted, aligning herself so the pressure hit perfectly. She rocked against me, her movements a slow grind, as if trying to ignite sparks between us. Her fingers found my zipper, tugging it down, freeing me from the confines of my jeans. She wrapped her hand around me, her touch both commanding and curious, stroking with intent as she hid us beneath the flow of her skirt. No underwear - she'd planned this, guiding me into her warmth as I kept watch, letting her steer this reckless voyage. Her body was a velvet embrace, slick and inviting, enveloping me as she sank down, taking me fully. Her hands braced against my knees, she moved with purpose, each rise and fall a pulse of raw need. Her breath quickened, her skin flushed, her rhythm intensifying as she chased her peak. The setting wasn't ideal - half-hidden by a tree, surrounded by family - but her urgency overrode caution. Her hips ground harder, her gasps sharper, her body slick with desire. She arched, seeking the perfect angle, her nails digging into my thighs as she drove herself faster, deeper, until a shuddering climax tore through her, her muffled cries swallowed by the night. She collapsed against me, trembling, her breath ragged with curses and sighs, surrendering to the aftershocks of her release in my arms. "You stole my moment, " I teased, still hard, unspent. "Got you close, though, didn't I? " she panted. "Give me a sec, and we'll fix that. "She shifted, facing the cedar, hidden from prying eyes. Lifting her skirt, she offered herself again, her stance inviting. Standing, I gripped her hips, angling her just right, and entered her from behind in one fluid thrust. Her warmth gripped me, tight and slick, urging me deeper. Each thrust was a surge of need, her curves swaying to meet me, the risk of discovery sharpening every sensation. Her soft moans mingled with the distant pops of fireworks, her body yielding as I drove harder, faster. The tension from earlier, her teasing, her climax - it all coiled tight, and I unraveled quickly, spilling into her with a low groan, the thrill of our secrecy amplifying the release. We slipped back to the family separately, faces composed, blending into the festive chaos as if nothing had happened. Her husband, too drunk to drive, made it obvious we'd take them home after dropping off my family. I helped settle Mark, half-conscious and reeking of whiskey, into bed, where he promptly passed out, snoring like a chainsaw. Downstairs, Lauren offered coffee. "Black and strong? " she asked, a sly smile playing on her lips. "Or... maybe with some cream? " "Your cream's my preference, " I shot back. "You're insatiable, " she laughed. "I want you again. "That was all it took. Desire roared back, a ravenous beast. I pulled her close, kissing her neck, her skin fever-hot as she led me to the spare room. There, I knelt between her thighs, my tongue tracing her curves, teasing her sensitive core until she gasped, her hands tangling in my hair. I lingered, savoring her taste, her hips bucking as I drew out her first climax, then another, her moans sharp and unrestrained. Four times she came - two from my mouth, two from everything I gave her. Her body, slick and trembling, clenched around me with practiced skill, her energy fading under the weight of pleasure and champagne. Exhausted, she was pliant, unable to resist as I took control. I flipped her onto her stomach, her curves raised high, feeding my urge to dominate. She played at defiance, but her sighs betrayed her thrill at being tamed, each sharp spank on her skin drawing a gasp of delight. The air grew thick, urgent. I entered her again, her tightness gripping me as I moved with raw intensity. Her moans urged me on, but I had another target in mind. Sliding out, I pressed against her tighter entrance, feeling her tense, then yield. She pushed back, then pulled away, testing me. A firm spank stilled her, another anchored her in place. I felt untamed, driven by a primal need. Her resistance only fueled me, each thrust deeper, harder, her gasps blending pleasure and a hint of pain. I gripped her hips, her hair, losing myself in the rhythm, the heat, the power of claiming her fully. Her cries grew frantic, mingling with pleas to stop and whimpers for more. Time warped - endless for her, a fleeting storm for me. My hands marked her skin, my teeth grazed her shoulder, until the pressure built beyond control. I came hard, a torrent inside her, her own release echoing mine in a symphony of shared intensity. As I eased back, our mingled fluids glistened in the dim light. We kissed, lips crashing together for the first time, fierce and unapologetic. No regrets, no vows - just the raw truth of what we'd done, a fleeting story small in its telling but vast in its weight, its full meaning still unfolding. There'll be other nights, but none will match the fire of this one...

11 min·Jun 10

Spring had just begun to bloom, but the warm breeze and bright sun were already coaxing thoughts of sandy beaches and crashing waves. That afternoon, I convinced my husband, Nathan, to join me on a mission to find the perfect bikini to kick off the season. I'm Lauren, 34, with a lean frame - perhaps too lean, if you ask Nathan, my friends, or the folks at the office where I work. We roamed the downtown shops, but nothing sparked joy. The bikinis were either too flashy or too dull, and the colors felt all wrong. My frustration was mounting, and I could sense Nathan's patience wearing thin. I was ready to abandon the hunt when we passed a quaint boutique with a sign boasting custom - made swimsuits and bikinis. Clasping Nathan's hand, I tugged him inside, weaving through racks to the back of the store. The shopkeeper, who introduced himself as the owner, was a wiry, tall man with a warm smile and an air of quiet confidence. He greeted us with genuine courtesy. - I noticed your sign about custom bikinis, - I said. - I've never seen a place offer that before. - You're absolutely right, ma'am, - he replied. - We're the only shop in the city crafting swimsuits to fit your exact measurements. Most bikinis are churned out in standard sizes, built on assumptions: curvy women have large chests, slim ones don't, or wide hips mean a fuller bust. Those clichés leave so many women with ill - fitting suits. I wondered if he was subtly referencing my modest chest, but he seemed to catch my thought and swiftly clarified: - For someone with your frame, a touch of padding in the top can enhance your silhouette beautifully. - He gestured to a mannequin showcasing a bikini top with subtle padding. - The bottoms offer more flexibility, but here's what we can do: try on some sample pieces to see what flatters you most. Then we'll choose the fabric. The idea thrilled me. I hadn't asked about cost, but the prospect of a bikini tailored to me was irresistible. - I'd love something with a bold print, - I told him. The owner, who introduced himself as Marcus, brought out the pieces separately. The top had built - in padding, which he explained would lift and shape my bust for a fuller, firmer look. The bottoms were high - waisted, with delicate ties that draped over the hips. Marcus led me to the fitting room, then stepped back, leaving Nathan nearby. Feeling a bit self - conscious, I kept my underwear on beneath the bikini bottoms. It seemed silly - I'd be wearing less on the beach - but I wasn't ready to bare it all in front of a stranger. Once I had the bikini on, Nathan called Marcus over, chuckling at the visible panty lines where my underwear peeked out from under the bikini bottoms. Marcus approached, his demeanor professional yet attentive. He started with the top, gently adjusting it from below to assess the fit. His fingers brushed the undersides of my breasts, and I felt a jolt-his touch was clinical but bold, especially with Nathan standing right there. Surprisingly, Nathan didn't seem fazed. Then Marcus moved to the bottoms, tugging at the side ties, lifting them higher, then easing them down. I wondered if he was being overly hands - on. As he adjusted the fabric, the bottoms shifted, exposing a sliver of my pubic hair. I quickly smoothed it back into place when he stepped away. He even slipped a finger under the back elastic, stretching it slightly and giving my butt a light pat to smooth out any wrinkles. - This fit isn't quite right, - Marcus said. - Let me grab a different style. - Did you see how he touched me? - I hissed to Nathan when Marcus walked away. Nathan just smirked. - Sweetheart, lose the underwear for the next one. You're making a scene, - he teased, his eyes glinting with amusement. Marcus returned with a sleeker, more classic bottom and took the previous one. Following Nathan's nudge, I stripped off my underwear completely before slipping on the new piece. I pulled the bottoms up snugly and called Marcus back. He had me face the mirror in the fitting room, standing close behind me. I was still wearing the original bikini top. - See here, - he said, pointing to my reflection's crotch. - It's too tight in the front. He was right-my outline was far too pronounced for public wear. As he spoke, his finger traced the edge of the fabric, grazing the sensitive skin where my thigh met my groin. Then he tugged the elastic outward, his fingertips brushing my pubic hair and skimming the edges of my labia, sending an unexpected shiver through me. - This is why custom fits matter, - he said. - You don't want to put on a show at the beach. Have you ever considered a thong - style bikini? - I don't know, - I replied, hesitant. - That might be too much for me. - Let me bring you one to try, along with a top that's a bit more daring but still padded for support. I closed the curtain and changed into the new set. The thong was tiny - definitely a size or two too small. The top was trickier to adjust, so I stepped out, thinking Nathan was alone. My breasts were barely contained, the fabric teasing the edges of my nipples. To my surprise, Marcus was there, not Nathan. He stepped forward, deftly securing the clasp. He tugged the top down slightly, just shy of exposing me, creating a tantalizing balance. His hands pressed firmly against my breasts, filling out the cups, the pressure making my chest feel fuller, almost spilling over. The sensation was electric, stirring something deep within me. The thong was another story. As Marcus adjusted it, the thin strip nestled tightly between my labia, leaving the lower part of my crotch exposed. He slid two fingers under the front triangle to reposition it, brushing my pubic hair, my clit, and the sensitive entrance of my vagina. My breath caught as he worked, his touch lingering just long enough to blur the line between professional and provocative. - This is way too small, - he said, his voice steady but his eyes locked on mine. My initial indignation melted into a pulsing excitement. What had felt intrusive now felt intoxicating. - Let's try a new top too; this one's too loose, - he added. Without retreating to the fitting room, I unhooked the bra right there, baring my chest in front of both Nathan and Marcus. I laughed, half - joking, - Maybe I should just go topless and skip all this fuss. My breasts aren't showstoppers, but standing exposed in that small boutique felt thrillingly taboo. The air was charged, my skin tingling under their gazes. Marcus handed me a new top, helping me slip it on with no pretense of modesty. His hands boldly lifted my breasts, fingers grazing my nipples, which hardened instantly under his touch. He assured me the fabric would hold up even in cold water, keeping my modesty intact. His fingers lingered, circling my nipples briefly, sending a jolt of heat through me. My arousal was undeniable now, a warm ache spreading through my core. When Marcus handed me a new thong, I didn't hesitate. I stripped off the too - small bottoms right there, standing naked before both men. Nathan had seen me countless times, and Marcus's hands had already explored enough that privacy felt pointless. As I slid off the thong, Marcus stopped me. - One moment, - he said, his voice low. - Your labia are quite prominent, which is causing the fit issues. - His hand moved to my crotch, fingers gliding over my labia, parting them slightly. The touch was deliberate, his fingertips slick with my growing wetness, teasing the sensitive folds as my body responded eagerly. I glanced at Nathan, whose pants now sported a noticeable bulge. We'd played teasing games before - me tugging my bikini down at the beach to flash a hint of pubic hair, knowing it drove him wild - but this was uncharted territory, a stranger pulling us into a new realm of desire. Marcus's hands traced my hips, his touch slow and deliberate, as if memorizing my curves for the design. My body was humming, every nerve alight. Unable to hold back, I acted on impulse. As Marcus knelt to take measurements, I grabbed his head, guiding his mouth to my aching core, pressing him against me with a needy moan. My legs parted, inviting him closer. His tongue found my clit instantly, lapping with slow, deliberate strokes, exploring every fold of my vagina. He slid a finger inside me, my wetness making it effortless, while his tongue swirled higher, teasing my clit with maddening precision. My hips bucked against his face, chasing the pleasure. Nathan closed the distance, his lips crashing into mine with a hunger we hadn't shared in years. His hands found my breasts, kneading them, then yanked the bikini top up, freeing my nipples to the air. He took one in his mouth, sucking hard, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak as I gasped. My nipples, rock - hard, throbbed under his attention, each pull of his mouth sending sparks to my core. Marcus and Nathan exchanged a knowing glance, no words needed. They maneuvered a small table into the fitting area, and I was gently laid across it, my body open and trembling with anticipation. My legs fell apart naturally, my arousal leaving me shamelessly exposed. Marcus intensified his efforts, now sliding two fingers deep inside me, curling them to hit that perfect spot as his mouth worked my clit. His lips and chin grazed my pubic hair, slick with my juices, his tongue relentless as it flicked and sucked. My hips rocked against him, my moans filling the small space. Nathan, meanwhile, had freed his erection, thick and pulsing, and brought it to my lips. I took him in eagerly, my tongue swirling around the tip, tasting the salt of his arousal. I sucked hard, my lips tight around him, fighting the urge to bite down in my fervor. His groans fueled me, my mouth working him with desperate hunger. As Nathan neared climax, he pulled back, his release splashing across my face, warm and thick. I licked my lips, savoring the taste, chasing every drop with my tongue. Marcus stood, his own arousal evident as he positioned himself between my thighs. My legs wrapped around him instinctively, pulling him closer, urging him inside. He entered me in one swift thrust, filling me completely. My wetness made every movement slick, his cock slipping in and out as he pumped into me with a steady, relentless rhythm. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through me, my walls clenching around him. I moaned, my voice raw, louder than I'd ever been, my body shuddering under the intensity. Marcus's pace quickened, his breaths ragged, until he finally came, his warmth flooding me, leaving me trembling and sated. The next day, we returned to collect the finished bikini. Marcus wasn't there, but the clerk informed us the order was already paid for. All summer, every time I slipped into that bikini, the memory of that day sent a rush of heat through me. I found myself counting the days until next spring, hoping Marcus would be there to take my measurements again.

5 min·Mar 26

Wednesday, September 18, 2024, 10: 47 PM - the wind howled through the empty streets, and a cold, misty rain soaked everything in sight. I stumbled out of the downtown bar where I'd been waiting tables, exhausted and cursing the double shift. My sneakers were soaked through, and my black leggings clung to my legs like a second skin. My jacket hood did little to keep the water out of my eyes. I ducked under the awning of a closed bodega and fumbled with my phone to open the rideshare app. "Marcus will be your driver tonight." Fine. I just needed to get home, kick off these wet clothes, and crawl under a blanket. A beat-up blue Honda Civic rolled up after a few minutes. I slid into the passenger seat, shaking off the chill, and felt his eyes on me before I even shut the door. He didn't hide it - gave me a slow, deliberate once-over. Hazel eyes, a scruffy beard with streaks of gray, maybe pushing fifty. He had on a faded leather jacket, a dark red Henley shirt, and boots that looked like they'd seen better days. "You work late like this a lot? " he asked, his voice gravelly, hinting at something beneath the surface. "When I have to, " I shot back, keeping it short. The first stretch of the ride was quiet, just the hum of the engine and the slap of wipers against the windshield. But I caught him glancing my way every time we hit a red light. Then, out of the blue, his hand slid off the gearshift and rested on my knee. I froze, my pulse kicking up, but I didn't move it. I stared straight ahead, watching the rain blur the streetlights. He cranked the heat up and said, low and rough, "You've got a hell of a figure, you know that? " I swallowed hard, shifted in my seat just enough to nudge my legs apart, testing the air. "Want me to find a spot? " he murmured, his fingers tracing slow circles now. I grabbed his wrist and guided his hand higher, pressing it where I wanted it. My voice came out steady but edged. "Keep driving... there's a parking lot behind the old warehouse, two streets down. Go there." He nodded, silent, and turned the wheel with one hand. When he pulled into the deserted lot, the fogged-up windows turned the world outside into a smear of gray. The rain tapped a steady rhythm on the roof. I climbed over the console into the backseat, heart pounding. He didn't hesitate - killed the engine, got out, and yanked open the back door to join me. I sprawled across the seat, legs wide. He loomed over me, his mouth crashing against my collarbone, rough and urgent, teeth grazing skin. He tugged my leggings down in one messy pull - they bunched at my knees, but he didn't bother fixing it. His fingers hooked my underwear aside, and he dove in, his breath hot against me. "Goddamn, you're soaked... this what you like, huh? " he growled. "Yeah..." I rasped, fisting his jacket. "Don't you dare stop." His tongue was relentless, and his fingers curled inside me, hitting every nerve. I arched against the cracked leather seat, nails digging into whatever I could grab. When he pulled up, his beard glistened, and his eyes were wild. "C'mon, sweetheart, " he said, shoving his jeans down just enough. He didn't wait - pushed into me hard, filling me in one brutal thrust. "Shit! " I gasped, half-laughing. "You asshole..." "You love it... taking it like this, " he said, voice thick as he rocked into me, the whole car swaying. The rain muffled everything outside, a constant drone. My legs hooked over his shoulders as he gripped my hips, driving deeper, no letup. Then, through the haze of the back window, I saw it - a hunched figure in a neon green poncho, shuffling past with a dog on a leash. Marcus clocked it too. "Keep going..." I muttered, breathless. "But ease up... make it last..." I raked my hands down his arms as he slowed, each move deliberate, dragging it out. "You get off on this, don't you? The risk..." he taunted, smirking. "Less talking, more fucking, " I fired back. He slid a hand between us, working me over while he kept that slow, punishing rhythm. I trembled, caught in it. The figure vanished into the night, and Marcus ramped it up again. The seat creaked under us, my voice breaking over the sound of the storm. "Gonna leave you a mess..." he panted. "You ready for it? " "Do it..." I moaned. "Come on, give it to me." He pulled out at the last second, cum across my stomach, warm and slick, streaking down my skin. We stayed there, chests heaving, the air thick with steam and the rain still pounding outside. "Okay..." I said finally, wiping a hand across my brow as I tugged my leggings back up. "Get me home now." He chuckled, zipped up, and climbed back into the driver's seat, the engine rumbling to life once more.

7 min·Mar 21

On Fridays, my dad always hosted a get-together with his buddies. They'd lock themselves in the basement den, cracking open beers and laughing over card games, while my stepmom headed out with her girlfriends for cocktails. My stepsister and I usually ended up at college parties or grabbing late-night burgers with friends. I'd met both my parents' crews plenty of times, and I couldn't deny the heat that flared up whenever I saw Mark, my dad's closest friend. He was older, ruggedly handsome, with broad shoulders that screamed gym hours and a trimmed beard that framed his jaw just right. I'd fantasize about him scooping me up in those strong arms. He always smelled like cedar and spice, and I didn't care if he caught me staring. Whenever I greeted him, I'd tilt my head just enough to brush the corner of his lips with mine, and he'd play along, pulling me in by the waist until I was pressed against him. It happened every time, like our little unspoken game. That Friday, I decided to skip the usual plans. I was restless, buzzing with energy I couldn't shake, so I took a steamy shower and slipped into a lacy red bra and panties set. I snapped a few mirror pics - damn, I looked good - and didn't want it to go to waste. Voices drifted up from downstairs; Dad's friends had arrived. I threw on some tight leggings and a cropped tank top, then sauntered down to say hi. I worked the room, flashing smiles at everyone, until I spotted Mark off to the side. He was in dark jeans and a gray Henley, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, top button undone. My pulse kicked up a notch as I made a beeline for him. "Hey, Mark, " I said, leaning in. His eyes raked over me, and I went for it - a quick, bold peck right on his lips. It was so fast no one noticed, but it threw him off for a split second. Then he recovered, gripping my hips and pulling me into a "hug." His breath was hot against my ear as he murmured, "You're looking way too good tonight." I was already soaked, but before I could respond, Dad called out, herding the guys toward the den. I couldn't let it end there. I bolted upstairs, peeling off my clothes until I was down to the lace. I teased myself through the fabric, but it wasn't enough - I wanted him. He'd given me a sign, right? So I propped myself on the bed, legs spread in front of my full-length mirror, slid the panties aside, and snapped a photo. No hesitation - I sent it to Mark with a caption: "Waiting for you up here." Less than five minutes later, my door creaked open. Mark slipped inside, leaning back against it, just staring. I'd ditched the bra by then, lounging in nothing but a sheer robe, legs parted, fingers circling my chest. He tipped his head back, eyes shut, like he was fighting himself. Pointless. I stood and closed the distance. He didn't move as I pressed my lips to his neck, trailing kisses along his collarbone while I popped the buttons on his shirt. His breathing hitched, but he stayed still. I worked lower, tasting the hard planes of his stomach, then dropped to my knees and tugged at his jeans. His boxers strained against him - thick, tempting. I freed him, licking my lips. He was big, pulsing, already slick at the tip. I took him in my mouth, and his hand tangled in my hair, guiding me. He tasted salty and perfect, and I went all in, tears stinging my eyes as I took him deeper, spit dripping down my chin. He gripped my head with both hands now, thrusting hard but keeping his groans low. I slid a hand between my thighs, rubbing myself, but before I could get far, he yanked me up, spun me around, and pinned my face and chest to the door. One hand locked my wrists behind my back. "You have no idea how long I've wanted you like this, you little tease, " he growled, landing a sharp smack on my ass. I gasped, heat flooding me. He kissed my ear, my neck, working his way down until he was nipping at my cheeks, spreading kisses and bites across my skin. "Goddamn, this ass, " he muttered, delivering another smack before letting my hands go. I braced them on the door, arching back as he parted me and dove in. His tongue was wet and relentless, flicking over me like he'd done this a thousand times. Between licks and slaps, I was unraveling, and then I turned around, shoving his face where I needed it most. He didn't hesitate, devouring me as I gripped his hair. "Faster, please, faster, " I panted, rocking against his mouth. A second later, I shattered, trembling as he licked me clean. Then he scooped me up and carried me to the bed. He hovered over me, attacking my chest - sucking hard, biting my nipples until I was squirming. "I've gotten off thinking about these so many times, " he said, slapping one while he latched onto the other. "They're all yours, " I moaned. "Didn't know you were such a dirty girl, " he teased. I proved it, climbing on top of him, lining him up, and sinking down slow. I threw my head back at the stretch - so thick, so good. Once he was in, I rode him fast, and he grabbed my hips, slamming me down harder. Smacks and thrusts blurred together, pushing me to the edge, when his phone buzzed. It was Dad. He'd been gone too long for a "bathroom break." Without missing a beat, he answered, flipping me onto my back and clapping a hand over my mouth. "Yeah, got a work call, heading out soon, " he said, pounding into me. "Be there in a sec, man." The thrill of Dad waiting downstairs, oblivious, sent me over - I came hard, clenching around him. He hung up, tossed the phone, and rasped, "I'm gonna cum." "Inside, " I begged. "Fill me up." That did it - he groaned, unloading deep, and I felt it spill out, warm and messy. Then he kissed me, our first real one, all teeth and heat, the best I'd ever had. "See you next Friday, trouble, " he said, giving my sensitive skin a playful smack that made me jump. He dressed quick, stealing one more kiss before slipping out.

5 min·Jan 6

It was a Saturday at the end of July. My parents were supposed to be at the beach and not coming back until Sunday, so I invited my girlfriend over to our house to take a dip in the hot tub. We prepared the bath, added some aromatic salts, and everything was going well. We undressed and started getting into the tub. "Are you sure no one will show up? " my girlfriend asked. "I hope not, but let's just take a quick bath because my sister might come back at any moment, " I replied, with a bit of fear of getting caught, although it was turning me on. We got in, I went in first, lying on my back, and she got in behind me, also on her back, holding onto my waist, as it was the easiest way for both of us to fit. We pressed the button that makes the bubbles come out, and we were very relaxed, staying like that for a long time. Of course, my dick was rubbing against her back, and I'm not made of stone, so I was hard the whole time, although I was trying to stay calm. She, obviously, noticed. "Mmmm, is that your dick rubbing against my back? " she asked. "Yeah, it is." I was holding onto her breasts and caressing them, and things were starting to get out of hand. To try to calm the situation down, I got up and sat down on a seat inside the tub, but if I wanted to calm things down, it wasn't a good idea, since I was hard and staring at her, with my dick right in front of her. "Pervert, you don't want to do anything and you're putting your dick in front of me? " she said, stroking my dick and balls. She came closer and started licking it slowly. First, just the head, until she started taking the whole thing in and moving back and forth. "Mmmm, that's so good." At that moment, she was in a comfortable position, and so was I, so with my left hand, I started making circles on her clit, like girls like, and with my right hand, I was caressing her tit like I was kneading it. "Mmm... I love it, " she was moaning. "Ohhh... keep going, " I was saying. I was watching everything she was doing, taking the head in and starting to jerk off, or pulling out her tongue and putting the head on her tongue, like she was waiting for milk, while she was jerking off. That really turns me on, and she was indicating that she wanted me to come in her mouth, and it wasn't going to take long. "Mmmm, are you going to fill my mouth with your cum? " "Ohhh... keep going, you're such a slut." She was getting more and more into it, and she knew exactly how to do it and when to step it up. I was leaning down, trying to suck on her huge nipples, which were totally erect. Suddenly, we heard someone opening the door. The house is small, and you can hear everything, someone had come in. She looked at me without taking my dick out of her mouth, and I told her to keep going. "Keep going, keep going, don't stop now, we just have to be quiet." The water was still making noise, so we didn't have to stop either. I could feel the pleasure, the cum was ready to come out, and she knew it. So she put the head on her tongue and started jerking off like crazy until she took the whole thing in, made three or four movements back and forth, and I came in her mouth. "Ahhh, ufff, " I made a pretty loud noise. I had already come, and she was still with her mouth full, eating it, wanting to make sure not a single drop was left inside. I was touching her wet pussy. She pulled out, grabbed some toilet paper, and spit out the liquid. "Mmmm, that was a great blowjob, " I said. "You have such delicious cum, " she replied. We got dressed and went outside, and I thought it was my sister, but it was my parents, they had come back a day early. They looked at us with a weird expression: "What have you done? " "Nothing, we just took a bath in our swimsuits. It was quick." I don't know if they heard anything. Later, in private, they told me not to invite anyone else into the hot tub without their permission. It was a very morbid experience, and when we remember it, we burst out laughing and get really turned on.

10 min·Oct 25

On a hot summer's day in July, I was sitting in my room in the student hall of residence. I had been horny for a few days and it was getting almost unbearably hot in my room, so I decided to go to a nearby lake where there was also a nudist area known for being a gay hangout. I put on my swimming trunks and a T-shirt, packed my rucksack and set off. Once there, I looked for a more secluded spot near the shore, undressed and lay down in the sun. It felt good to lie there completely naked and feel the sun and the air on my skin. After a while, two men came and lay down near me. I guessed they were both in their late 30s or early 40s and I watched them undress and lie down on their towels. One was slim, almost hairless, while the other was beautifully tanned and muscular. His chest and stomach were hairy and his crotch was also adorned with a bush, not too much, but not shaved either. They must have been a couple and were talking about something I couldn't hear. After a while they started stroking each other and wanking their cocks. They were both a bit better endowed than average, at least the average I've seen so far. They kept kissing passionately and playing with each other, which made me hornier and hornier and I could no longer hold back my erection. I got a little nervous and hoped that they didn't see me, but they were both too preoccupied with themselves. After a while, they let go of each other without climaxing and the more muscular of the two made his way into the water, passing me on the way. I quickly lay down on my side and pretended to be reading a book. He greeted and smiled when he saw me and I greeted back, looking at his still stiff cock, which also made my best piece grow once again. After he had cooled down a little, he came out of the water again and went back to his place. As the slimmer of the two was already getting dressed, I was a little disappointed and thought they would leave again, but to my surprise the more muscular of the two stayed. They said goodbye with a kiss and so I was alone with him. It took a few more minutes before he came up to me with his towel and bag, his tail dangling back and forth. "Hey, do you come here often? Never seen you before, " he said to me. "No, it's my first time here today, my name is Phil, " I answered him a little nervously. "Nice to meet you, I'm Micha. It's really nice here, but I know a much better place, would you like me to show you? " he asked me with a smile. I was totally surprised and unsure, but his body and his cock turned me on a bit, so I decided to come with him. We had to go through a small wood and on the way I found out that the other man was his partner Dirk and that they came here often. However, he had to work today, which is why he left early. On the way, I had to keep looking at his cock and realized that something was stirring in me. Micha didn't seem to notice and led me straight to a nice spot on the bank. It was difficult to see and we were all alone there. He spread out his towel and I lay down next to him. As we lay next to each other, he asked me why I had come to the gay area of the nudist beach. I replied that it was just too hot for me at home and I wanted to sunbathe. I smiled at him and said that I also looked at beautiful men and that I really liked what he had done with his partner earlier. Micha laughed and pointed to my crotch, "I could tell you liked that. " He grabbed my cock and massaged it lightly, stroking my chest and stomach with his other hand. I immediately got hard and my hand now reached into his crotch too. It felt really thick and immediately started to get bigger, which in turn made me even hornier. We jerked each other off until our cocks were really hard. Then he lay down on his back and asked me if I'd ever had a cock in my mouth before. I said that I already had experience with men and lay on top of him so that we could suck each other off. I licked over his glans and slowly took his cock in my mouth, gently kneading his balls. He moaned and then took my cock in his mouth too. I felt his tongue on my glans and, spurred on by this, I took his cock even deeper. Then I started to move my head up and down, licking his glans again and again and kneading his balls. I noticed how he made slight fucking movements and supported my blow job by also wanking him. He moaned louder and louder, "You've really got it, my sweetie. Dirk can't suck that well. "I was also getting hornier and hornier from his blow job and hoped I wouldn't come too soon. Suddenly he pushed me off him and told me to lie on my back. I did and he knelt between my legs and spread them a little, then he lifted my legs onto his shoulders and knelt behind me. He pushed it forward a little and was just about to insert his glans when I pushed him back a little at the waist and looked at him questioningly. "Oh yes, you're right, maybe we should use a condom. It's just habit with me, " he said and took a rubber from his pocket, which he put on. I was secretly annoyed at my hesitation and hoped at first that he didn't have one with him, but then the good feeling prevailed and I was able to give myself to him completely. He moistened his cock and my hole with spit and put his hard cock in place. He slowly pushed it in. I relaxed so that he had no problems penetrating me. We both moaned with pleasure and he started to fuck me slowly. He penetrated me deeper and deeper and leaned further and further over me. When he was completely inside me, he slowly pulled his cock out and penetrated me again. I was so aroused that I grabbed him by the hips and pulled him towards me again. He leaned forward towards me, his head next to mine and breathed into my ear, "Now I'm going to fuck you really hard. " I moaned, "Oh yes, give it to me. " That was the starting point for him and he started to fuck me faster and harder. I had to moan louder and louder as his cock penetrated me again and again. I could feel him pulsating and felt his balls slapping against my bottom. Luckily we were undisturbed and no one saw him fucking me harder and harder. I felt every muscle in his body tense as he hammered his cock into me again and again. When I almost couldn't take it anymore, he let go of me, pulled his cock out and asked me to lie on my stomach. I did and he immediately put his cock back in and continued to fuck me. He pulled my bottom up a little so that I could jerk off at the same time. The slapping of his pelvis against my bottom made me hornier and hornier and I jerked my hard cock faster and harder. He took me by the hips and pulled me towards him with every thrust. "Oh yes, I can't hold out much longer. It's so hot, I'm about to come, " I moaned. "Yes, you horny pig. Just squirt on the towel, I'm almost ready too, " I heard him say. He stepped up the pace again and I couldn't hold it in any longer and poured myself onto the towel, moaning loudly. My cock pumped several loads and I had an orgasm as intense as I'd ever experienced before. "Yes, you horny pig, squirt it all out, you're about to get my load, " he spurred me on from behind. After I had squirted out my last drop, he pushed my bottom back onto the floor, pulled out his cock and took off the condom. "Pull your ass cheeks apart, " he demanded of me. I pulled them apart and heard him moan harder and harder. He cried out like a bull when I felt his semen on my butt hole. It squirted into my hole with a lot of pressure and in several spurts. "Oh yes, your hole is really hot, " he moaned and rubbed his cream into my butt crack. Then he bent over again, put his cock against my cum-smeared hole and pushed it in once as far as it would go, then he whispered in my ear, "So that you have a nice souvenir of me, my sweetie". He pulled it out again and went towards the water to wash himself off. I turned onto my back and looked after him as I felt his cum running down my bottom. When he came back, he got dressed and said, "It was really cool with you, maybe I'll see you here again sometime. I'm often here on my own to have fun. " I smiled at him and lay down on my back again. I enjoyed the sun for a few more minutes and then decided to leave too. As I rode my bike home, I kept feeling his cum in my bottom.

6 min·Sep 10

My name is Juana and I want to tell you that my first time was with two men who worked for my father. My father had a mechanic shop in our own house and he worked with two other mechanics that he had hired. One of them was very handsome and even though he had been with me for several years, we were dating and we kept it a secret, the only one who knew about it was the other mechanic because he saw us when we were together. With him we saw each other all day long, but there was a time during the day when we could be very close. During naps my father would go to sleep and they would stay up working, so I would take advantage of those times to go with them and hang out with him, and to be cautious we would get into the back seat of the car that was being repaired at the time. It happened that one day we were kissing inside one of those cars that were being repaired and as I was kissing with my eyes closed I had not noticed that he was jerking off, I only realized it when I opened my eyes. -I want you to blow me, " he said. -No, not here, " I said to him. -Why not? -he asked. -Jorge (the other mechanic) is here and he is going to see us, " I said to him. -It's okay, he's busy now. So don't worry, " he said. -Yes, but I never did it, " I said to him. -You just have to open your mouth and swallow it, that's all, " he said. -Yes, but I don't know. I don't feel like doing it, " I said. -Then give him a kiss, " after saying that he looked at me and gestured with his face for me to do it, then I bent down a little and gave him a little kiss on the head of his penis. -Now I want another one, " he said. I went back down and kissed him again in the same place as the first one. -Now what you're going to do is open your mouth to put it in, " he said. I bent down again and when I was close to his penis I decided to open my mouth to let almost half of his cock in. -Is that okay? -I asked with a funny voice for having a dick in my mouth. -Put it in a little more, " he said. I kept lowering my head and stopped after I had put a little more than half of his cock in. -Now close your mouth a little until your lips are pressed against my skin, " he said. I did what he told me to do and my lips were glued to his penis. -Now you have to go all the way up and then down again. Like this all the time, " he said. Then I start going up and down sliding my lips on his penis like an ice cream. -Hmmm, that's nice, " he said. -Do you like the way I'm doing it to you? -I asked him. -Yes, but try not to let your teeth touch my penis, I just have to feel your lips and tongue, " he said. Then I tried to improve my technique and I concentrated too much on it, and I forgot that the other mechanic was there, so when he discovered us I got scared and stopped sucking his dick. -I told you he was going to discover us, " I said to the mechanic who was my boyfriend. -But he is leaving already or not? -He says this looking at the other mechanic who was leaning on the window of the car. -I just came to see, I'm going there, I still have some things to do, " said the other mechanic. Then he left and left the two of us alone again. -Well, he left, can we continue with what we were doing? -he asked. -But he won't say anything, will he? -I asked him. -He is our friend and he won't say anything. Stay calm, " he answered quite confidently. So I trusted his words and went back to putting his dick in my mouth and sucking it as he liked me to do. Meanwhile the other mechanic was in another car working. -Now stand still and I'll jerk it in your mouth, " he said. I stood still and he with his hand started to shake his cock from left to right and hit the inside of my mouth. -Do you want to try it now or another day? -he asked. -But isn't that disgusting? -I said. -It's warm milk, don't you like milk? -he said. -Yes, but I don't know if I'm going to like this one, " I said. -You open your mouth and I'll put it in and then you'll swallow it all. Then tell me what it tastes like, " he said. -Well, okay, " I said. Then he started to jerk off and told me when he was coming. -I opened my mouth and he came. I opened my mouth and he shoved it all the way in, and I felt several spits that went all the way down my throat. Then he pulled his cock out of my mouth and I swallowed all the contents he spit out. -Did you like it? -he asked. -Hmmm it was good, what do I know, " I said. That day was the first day he made me taste his cock, then it was every day and I stopped being ashamed in case the other mechanic saw us. It happened then that the other one sometimes came to the window to see how I sucked his friend's dick and started talking to him.