Brittany collapsed on the bed exhausted, and I crawled up next to her and began softly kissing her neck.
“How was I?” I asked.
“You were nice,” she whispered.
“Is that good or bad?”
“If you were any nicer, I don't think I could stand it,” she laughed and kissed me back.
The minutes passed as we laid there intertwined, kissing each other passionately. Brittany gently guided me on top of her, making me straddle her as she smeared my juices all over her body. Her fingers dug into the soft flesh of my ass cheeks as she drew me forward, rubbing her hard nipples against my hot pussy. All I could hear was my heart pounding in my ears. Brittany grabbed the dildo and held it balanced on her glistening mound.
“Now, I want to fuck you,” she said, licking her lips.
I was excited beyond words as I lowered myself onto the dildo and slowly slid down its long pink shaft. I orgasmed uncontrollably as Brittany held the dildo in one hand and began to rub my clitoris with the other. I rocked up and down in pure ecstasy. I looked down at her beautiful body covered in my fluids, and I couldn't help myself. I leaned forward and sucked on her nipples, tasting my own juices for the first time. It was almost as good as Brittany's. I leaned back and managed to slip my fingers into her waiting pussy. I fucked her with my fingers, rubbing her clit with my thumb as I moved up and down on the pink dildo. We came together, the orgasm jolting through our bodies like an electric shock. I collapsed on top of her. We kissed, and I was aware of our swollen breasts rubbing against each other. I could feel our rock hard nipples touching. But I was too exhausted to do anything about it, and so was she.
“Thank you, Brittany,” I whispered hoarsely. “That was incredible.”
Brittany kissed me in response, and I rolled off of her. We laid side by side in the darkened room, heavy with the scent of our lovemaking. The room was silent except for sound of our breathing. I listened to the steady rhythm of Brittany's breath and realized that she was asleep. The room began to dim around me and before I knew it, I was asleep too.
I didn't go home the next morning. Or the morning after that, either. I wasn't until I woke up next to Brittany on Monday morning, that it dawned on me that I had spent the whole weekend at her house.
A lot has changed in my life since that weekend. For one thing, work has become a lot more enjoyable. After all, nobody asks two women why they go to the bathroom together.
Story 5
My name is Sam and I'm 40 years young. I have always been the sporty type, playing football and baseball in high school, track and field in college, and even running in a couple of marathons after I graduated. These days, my sporting activities are pretty much limited to jogging in the park, but I don't mind. I enjoy running in the fresh air and sunlight. And fresh air and sunlight aren't the only attractions the park has to offer. There are quite a few young women that jog here as well, and I would be lying if I said that running was the only thing in the park that gets my heart rate going!
I know, it sounds like I'm having a midlife crisis, but it's all harmless really. I'm only looking and you can't get in trouble for just looking. At least, that's what I thought until last week...
I had just finished my warm up lap around the park and was leaning against a tree, stretching my legs, when I saw her. She looked to be about 19, with curly blond hair, and a slim figure that took my breath away. She glided past me, her hips swinging from side to side like a pendulum as she walked. Her long blond hair flowed in the breeze behind her, sparkling like gold in the sunlight. She settled down on a bench across from me, and sweeping her hair back with one hand, began to unfasten her shoes.
I watched as she removed her shoes and took a pair of white sneakers out of a gym bag sitting next to the bench. With a sudden movement, she stood up and unfastened her sweatpants. Her long red nails gleamed in the sun as she slowly pushed her pants down, revealing her sleek toned legs. She was wearing a pair of red and blue sports shorts that tightly encircled her hips and barely covered her thighs, leaving little to the imagination.
She began stretching, rolling her head from side to side, her hair shimmering behind her as she slowly unzipped her training vest. When the zipper was fully open, she let the jacket fall from her shoulders onto the bench behind her. She was wearing a matching red and blue sports bra that was very low cut. Intertwining her fingers, she raised her arms above her head and arched her back. The thin fabric struggled to contain her bulging breasts.
I observed all this by stealing furtive glances at her as I continued my stretching. After all, I didn't want to be caught staring at her and get labeled as a creep. But the next time I peeked in her direction, she looked up from her bench and for a heart stopping second, our eyes locked. I quickly looked away and resumed my stretching, but I could feel her eyes on me. My heart raced. I wanted to jog away- hell, I wanted to run for