If Nina had to hear the shrieking voice of her boss one more time this day, well, it wouldn't be pretty.

She knew what the problem was with that bitch of a boss. The woman's husband was hot for Nina. She could see it in his eyes every time he was at the store. He'd follow her ass and tits with his black eyes all day if he could. Terri (her boss) knew it. He bastard husband made no secret of his lust. So Terri would yell at Nina instead of her husband. Tina would never fire Nina because Nina cooked the books for her. Nina knew what was up. She wasn't interested in Terri's dirty husband, although he was quite dapper.

It was after closing and Nina was almost out the door. She had avoided Terri all day. Her pervert husband would be there any second to pick up Terri. If she got out now, she could avoid so much ugly behavior.

"Hello Nina". The deep voice of Nathan (Terri's husband) said from the store's back door. He closed it behind him. She could try to go out the front and still avoid Terri, if she slipped away now. Nathan had a bottle of champagne and three glasses in his long hands. This was not a good sign. Three glasses meant one was for her.

He set the glasses on the big desk. He then held the cork of the champagne bottle as he gently twisted the bottom. He popped the cork with barely a gasp. Smooth.

"My lovely wife and I have come to an understanding my dear Nina". He poured her a glass and then filled the other two flutes with the bubbly brew. He raised his glass "You see, you have probably noticed a bit of tension between my love and I when you are around".

Nina took the glass he offered her and turned to see Terri standing behind them in a teddy and nothing else.  read the rest now...

Thad and Amy had invited over some friends of theirs from college to their new home for a little dinner party. They hadn't seen Rick and Marcy for a long time, and the conversation over dinner was very lively. They had a lot of catching up to do, and they found that their old friends were just as wonderful as ever. They talked about Rick's new job as an architect for the busiest firm in the state. Marcy was a student teacher. Thad and Amy told them about their honeymoon in Hawaii. It was as much fun as they'd had since high school!

After dinner they dimmed the lights, fixed some margaritas and watched a scary movie. They had a lot of fun, and Thad and Amy were really enjoying the evening. They laughed, they joked, they remembered old times. It was a blast!

During the movie, a very tipsy Amy felt a hand on her knee. She looked down. It was Marcy's hand! Amy shivered, but didn't say anything. Soon, Marcy's hand began to move up Amy's thigh and it sent chills down her spine. She tried to pretend that she didn't notice, but when Marcy's hand slipped inside her skirt and began to rub her now wet pussy, she moaned softly. Thad looked over and saw what was happening, but he was so turned on that he decided not to ruin it by saying anything. read the rest now...

I had been traveling for some time; I was tired, hungry and looking for somewhere to rest for the night.  Pulling in to a sleazy looking roadside
motel, I reluctantly yet thankfully booked in, ordered a hot meal and wearily trudged to my room. I had just stepped out of the shower when there was a knock at the door "Room Service!" a young girlish voice called out.  With nothing but a towel wrapped around my hips I unlatched the door and beckoned her to place the tray on a nearby table.

The girl moved slowly to the table placing the tray down, the soft scent of musk followed her as she moved to the bed and pulled the covers down.  As she turned with the lamplight behind her, I could tell by the clear silhouette of her pussy lips that she wore no panties beneath the thin fabric of her dress.  I studied her as she moved, her long dark brown hair hung in soft curls to the middle of her back; she had a tiny waist that spanned out over full rounded hips and a magnificent bust line, which also appeared to be free of any form of undergarment.  As she turned to me her eyes were dark and beckoning, bedroom eyes I would have called them.  Her face was cherubic, with full soft lips and clear smooth olive skin; I wondered for a moment what kind of ethnic background could have produced such a deliciously desirable creature.

"Will there be anything else sir?" her voice was velvety soft with a subtle indiscernible accent.  I stared at her silently for a few moments then ran
my hand through my wet hair, "um. yes that will be all, thanks," I murmured. I had never been quite so intrigued by someone, maybe it was just the fact she was so innocently sexy, or there again perhaps I had just been driving for too long.

I shrugged and walked to the door, looking back over my shoulders I noticed she was still standing by the bed, but now her exquisite full lips were
pouting.  I leaned on the door staring back at her questioningly "why don't you wear any underwear?" I heard myself asking her.

She smiled and walked slowly towards me, hips swaying way too seductively for such an innocent looking girl.  The silhouette of her stunning figure
highlighted beautifully by the lamplight.  "I read the rest now...