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I remember, lying on my bed, the coolness of the silk bra stimulating my breasts. I remember thinking of the pleasures I have come to enjoy in private moments of solitude. I remember slowly sliding my fingers under my bra and caressing my breast, slowly kneading the nipple, gently rubbing it between my fingers. I remember closing my eyes and letting my mind ease into the pleasure my caresses were creating. I remember becoming aroused, as my other hand slipped under my bra, and I caressed both my breasts. I thought of the pleasures I experienced as I massaged my hardened nipples between my fingers.

A crackle of a burning log returned me to the present. The thoughts of this afternoon, along with the effects of the wine began to have an effect on me. I could feel myself becoming aroused. As I looked into the fire, I felt the familiar yearning deep in my groin. My breasts began to ache, as my nipples engorged and hardened. I tightly crossed my thighs and began a gentle rhythmic tensing of my pelvis. I could feel the moistness forming within the lips of my vagina. I looked up at him, he seemed preoccupied with the fire, unaware of the sexual desires slowly building within me.
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sex, the sensation was incredible. The pulsations flowed between my
legs, urging me gently to lubricate, warming my pleasure, but humming
so silently I couldn’t even hear the motor.
In a few moments my legs were slightly apart and my mouth opened
as I breathed quickly in little gasps at the pleasure on my most
vulnerable spot. It was heavenly! The vibrator pulsed and I tensed my
vaginal muscles as the cab crept slowly along through the jammed
midtown traffic. Pedestrians swarmed past me, unaware that a young
lady in their midst was unabashedly pleasuring herself in tho most
intimate manner. I fell wickedly, totally sensual.
Crossing my arms, I slipped my right hand inside my jacket and
cupped my left breast. The nipple was hard and standing out under my
sweater. With thumb and forefinger I teased it gently, twirling its
firmness, squirming on the seat as the nub gently churned against my
sex. Dampness coated the grooves and I clenched my teeth, breathing
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One of the first discoveries I made after moving to New York City
was a unique little boutique on the East Side catering to the erotic
needs of women. A Garden of Sexual delights, the shop was filled with
literature on female sensuality, erotic art work, an unbelievable
array of vibrators and sex toy “goodies” selected with the pleasure of
the female body in mind. The atmosphere was warm and comfortable, not
the self-consciousness felt at venturing into some porno bookstores.
Here there was a calm acknowledgement that women do indeed want to
explore their sexual drives and urging with all the accoutrements
usually reserved for males.
A showcase held several items with which I was happily familiar:
phallic-shaped vibrators in different sizes, vibrating “eggs” and
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and laid on her boss. They sucked each other’s tongues. They fucked and
fucked, sticking their whole hands up each others pussy, playing with their
cunts. After that they each dressed, fully exhausted, and went home.

Jane went home, dropping all her clothes on the doorstep, and went in.

Her house was huge, for she was a fine lawyer. She went upstairs and went
to sleep.

The next morning she woke. When she was fully restored, she realized it
was noon. She was lucky to find it was Saturday, and went downstairs for
breakfast. After breakfast she went upstairs to dress.

Once again she put on no underwear, just a tee-shirt and tight jeans. The
jeans squeezed her pussy tight and her ass was shown completely.

The door bell rang. When she answered it, there stood Tim. Tim was just
wearing jogging shorts and shoes. She unzipped her jeans and dropped them.
She then proceeded to take off her tee-shirt. The boys across the street
could see this whole sex act, and they enjoyed it. She caught a glimpse of
them watching, and smiled to them. She then spread her legs to the window,
and felt her pussy for the boys. Then Tim was naked, and they proceeded to
fuck till they both fell into a deep sleep.

At her office, Jane then began a long, lasting, hot, sexual relationship
in which she never wore skirts in the office again…

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As I sat there before the fireplace in his den, my thoughts drifted to this afternoon, of the private moments I enjoyed as I prepared for this evening. I recalled having completed my shower and feeling warm all over as I passed the soft towel over my naked body. Standing naked before my mirror, I admired the shapely form of my body. My rounded well proportioned breasts were firm with large cherry-red nipples. Looking down, I could just see the glistening folds of my vaginal lips, through the dusty blonde hairs of my pubic mound. I remember trying to decide what to wear. I selected a sexy, loose fitting button down blouse and matching shorts, which I laid out in preparation for this evening. I chose a dainty bra and panty set. Both were made of red silk with a touch of black lace. Dressing, the bra fit snugly, firming my round breasts, the panties were briefs, ending just above the line of my pubic mound. As the cool silk of the undergarments touched my warm skin, I felt a tingling sensation which sent a shiver through out my body. I sat at the edge of my bed, wearing only the bra and panties. I remember the internal stirring I felt in anticipation of what this evening would bring. The desire within my groin began to spread upward towards my abdomen, and slowly consumed my mind and body. Looking at the clock, I knew I had time to lie back and give in to my yearnings.

dry by her hot, full lips. She stuck her hands in his ass and felt it
thoroughly. They were in full heat when the phone rang. She would have
ignored it but her secretary would check on her. She answered it, and her
secretary told her she had a new appointment in 5 minutes.

Tim took one final suck of her nipples, thanked her, dressed, and left.
She just laid in the middle of the room, with her legs fully spread apart.
She built up her energy and told her secretary to cancel her next
appointment, no matter what. She heard her secretary telling her next
client that she had to cancel, and heard the client stomp off in furry, then
she hung up.

Her secretary walked in to find her buck naked laying on the floor. Then
Jane remembered that her secretary had a reputation for being a lesbian and
she shut the door behind her. The secretary, Jill, took all her clothes off
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legs over the arms of the chair, reclining, with his hard, hot cock sticking
way out. She eased on him, his hot cock sliding easily into her slippery
pussy.

His tongue probed her mouth and their tongues sucked one another. She
leaned her head back and he licked the sweat which was pouring from her.
They fell to the floor in mad passion.

She got on all fours and he mounted her. He slipped his dick in her
perfect asshole. She moaned in enjoyment and stuck her ass up higher trying
to coax his cock in deeper. Once in, she continued to moan and started to
rock up and down. His hands came round her and grabbed her tits, squeezing
them fully. He pulled out and they 69′d.

Her pussy was being penetrated by his tongue and his cock was being suck
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“Send him in…”

He entered the room, but she rose minimally to greet him. He smiled when
he saw her nipples. They started to work on his case. It was a small, home
dispute with his neighbor about him smashing the back end of a car. They
worked for a half hour before it happened.

Jane reached across the desk for a pencil, while at the same time,
unknowingly, Tim reached for one. Their hands touched. A magic spark flew.
They looked into one another’s eye.

She stood up. Her pussy and ass were exposed, and he got even harder. He
came around the desk and ripped his shirt off and dropped his pants. She
took her sweaty blouse off and threw it aside. She sat in the chair, his
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and walked into the door on the right.

Her office was large and beautifully decorated. She wiped her forehead
and went to the desk. She put the briefcase on the desk, opened it up and
sat, back, enjoying and air conditioning.

Then an idea came to her head and she leapt up. She undid her belt and
dropped her skirt, took off her panties, stockings and shoes, and sat down,
with only a blouse on, which was soaked to the nipple. She took out her
papers, and started to write when her phone rung.

“A Mr. T. Smith is here to see you. May he enter?”

She had to think for a second, looking at her bare pussy. Tim was a very
sexy man, who worked out and had light blond hair.
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slick, pussy. The elevator stopped at the fifth floor, even though she was
going to the tenth floor. A tall, dark haired man walked in, dressed in a
business suit. He caught glimpse of her sweat-soaked shirt and smiled.
She knew he was becoming hard, and she enjoyed it totally, by licking her
teeth to make it worse. She then, as it hit the tenth floor, dropped her
briefcase in front of her. She bent over to pick it up, sticking her ass
way in the air showing it off.

She felt his hard cock, fully dressed, push against her tight, wet ass.
If the door hadn’t opened, they would have gone further. She smiled at him
and he smiled back. Then she exited the elevator.

Jane walked down the hall to a door which read: “Hosmon & Williams Law.”
She entered, and walked past the reception desk, where the secretary, who
was on the phone, nodded at her. Jane walked to the other end of the room
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The temperature was at least 100 degrees that day and everyone was hot.
Jane was especially hot because she was dressed in a blouse, skirt, and
stockings. She carried a leather brief case and headed for work. She lived
alone and slept alone. When I say alone, I mean ALONE. No clothes! Little
did she know that wearing no bra and underwear would be so sensuous and
revealing. Sweat poured from her every gland and she was thoroughly
satisfied. When she entered her building she was hit with cold air which
shocked her. She causally entered the elevator, which was empty.

It wasn’t until now that she realized her blouse stuck to her, fully
exposing her breasts and nipples which were fully erect. This excited her
so much, she had to stick her hand down her stockings and feel her wet,
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and released.
When I awoke, Iana was gone. Disappointed at not finding her beside
me, and at not having a second chance to make love with her, I arose and
dressed, and then went to find her. But alas, the wind of fate turned ill,
for she and her sister had left at dawn to attend to some business of their
father’s in Sil, and I left without bidding Iana farewell. That would be
the end of my tale, had I not met up with another minstrel who left the inn
at the same time as I. His path paralleled mine for a while, and we
exchanged stories of our entertainments of the previous night. By chance I
told my tale first, the one which I have just related to you. More than
once my fellow traveller seemed as if he would interrupt me, and his face
wrinkled first in confusion and later in amusement, but never spoke until I
had finished my tale and he commenced his own. Now, my friends, imagine, if
you can, my consternation upon hearing that my companion, too, had kept a
rendezvous with Iana that same night, right at moonset.

into which I bore. I caused her to expire twice before I could put off my
own crisis no longer. When she felt the end approaching, she pushed
urgently on my shoulders and whispered, “Here love, in my mouth.” With much
reluctance, and more than a little frustration, I withdrew, upon which she
pushed me upright with a strength that surprised me and, like a striking
snake, snapped her head down and swallowed my enraged organ before the first
drop could be lost. I thrust my hips against her head, unable to control my
orgasm, ignoring in my lust the danger of choking the poor girl. But she
gulped it all down, right to the roots, her tongue stroking the entire
length of it, and she gripped my buttocks fiercely as I pumped my milk down
her throat. Then slowly, a finger’s breadth at a time, she drew her head
away, coaxing out the last drops that remained. My flesh passed her lips at
last with a faint pop and she lay back, pulling me down atop her panting
chest. Before I grew limp I slid back into the softness of her womanhood,
and there I fell asleep as her inner hand squeezed and released, squeezed
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to pull me on top of her. Rather than deny a lady’s request, albeit
unspoken, I withdrew my hand and replaced it with my own loins. Her hand
moved down to grasp my chief contribution to our mutual pleasure, and
stroked the throbbing shaft for a few precious moments before guiding it to
the humid cave which my fingers had so recently and so reluctantly abandoned.
So wet was she, and so yielding, that I nearly buried myself altogether
on the first stroke, and then did so completely on the second. Iana let a
moan escape her lips, and I must confess that I returned in kind. Her
cavern was rather loose around me (and I must tell you in all candor, if not
modesty, that I am not undersized in that respect), but on the third sweet
thrust her nether mouth closed tightly about me, and had it teeth, I swear
she would have made a eunuch of me! I cannot adequately describe the
ecstasy I shared with her that night, her sheath grasping now so delicately
that we seemed barely to touch, now so tight that I even reached down with
my hand to prove to myself that it was indeed the larger of her two crevices
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tickled in my ear as her mouth sought my own. My tongue bathed her lips,
then ran along her teeth, then slipped between them to find her tongue
which, far from being reticent, fought gently with mine, now forcing its way
into my mouth, now withdrawing. My hand, while this oral battle was being
waged which could only end with both of us the victor, had run its course
from her shoulder down to her breast, a swell of flesh so soft and yielding
that it felt almost liquid, then on to her hip and down her leg to her
slightly bent knee, then up the inside of the same leg, proceeding ever more
slowly. As I felt the warmth from the junction of her thighs waft against
my hand, her leg retreated from my fingers, widening the path to the capital
of her passion. At last I felt the tickle of little curly hairs, and I
moved my palm onto her mossy hill, feeling it move with each breath she
drew. My longest finger pressed downward, and the base of that hill split
apart to admit it. Her heated burrow hungrily accepted my finger and bathed
it with a sticky balm; she sighed against my teeth as her arms reached out
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