romantic and sexy

 Hi friends, thank you for your responses to my story. I am very happy to get such good feedback. So, I am taking you to another encounter that took place in my life after so many years. This is kind of a school crush. Yeah, you got it right. She was my class teacher and my maths teacher too. She was very kind and supportive. Initially, I didn’t have any dirty thoughts for her. But one day, I saw her in a white-blue salwar suite. She was looking very beautiful and sexy. I was stunned by her beauty. My teacher also noticed that I was staring at her. She came close to me and while still teaching to the class, she pinched me on my hand.I didn’t understand it at that time because I was not that mature to understand any signals or anything. But, after so many years, one fine day I was sitting at home and was just thinking of that incident. I understood that she was happy that I noticed her. By then, I was 20 years old. On the very next day, I was supposed to leave for Bangalore and I had th

 "Never ever, in your whole life?" Danielle asked, looking incredulous at her husband. "Not even when you were a teenager?"Jason laughed and sat down his drink. They always met for drinks after work on Friday afternoon, at their favorite bar. A 'date night' of sorts, and after throwing back a few, shaking off the work week, and loosening up, they usually got into lively discussions. Never," Jason said. "Amazing, isn't it? We've been married three years and you still don't know everything about me. I bet there's things I don't know about you, too." Danielle sat back in her chair, looking perplexed. A beautiful woman, sexy even in her business attire, she'd let her long, silky, strawberry blond hair down and taken off her jacket so her perfect, perky breasts were pushing at her white blouse. Her knee-length conservative skirt didn't hide how long her legs were. Jason often wondered how he'd managed to land such a

 Hello readers, this is my first story. I have tried my best to make you masturbate through this story, so if possible give my story lots of love and encouragement. All the names are fictional and so is the story.My mom’s age is 44, and June 3rd was her birthday. Happy Birthday, Mom! My mom wears a bra of size 34B, her waist is around 38, and she is a bit short in stature, which gives a perfect view of her booty when she walks around. She also has round, chubby, thick ass..yummy! Many times, I just enjoy how the uncles in my society stare at her nice, round ass as she walks past them. One can clearly tell they would be dying to bang her like a whore the whole night if they were given a chance.I have seen her collection of bras, and bikinis. Boy, what a collection she has got!! You name it and she has it! Some silk, some satin, string bikinis, in all shades and shapes. I literally cannot stop thinking what would happen if she starts working as a local prostitute! Anyway, this one time m

  It was August. We spent the morning packing the car. Our son, Mike was leaving for college. It was morning but already it was 90 degrees outside. Mike and husband, and I were getting pretty sweaty loading up the car. The trunk was already full and the back seat wouldn't fit much more. Mike went back in the house to get the last of his things. I heard him come out of the house. I turned around and saw him carrying his 42 inch flat screen TV. "Where are you going to put the TV?" I heard his father ask. "I don't know, but I don't want to leave it. Maybe we can move some stuff around in the back seat." I looked in the back seat. "I don't think so, son." Mike looked in the car. "We can put it in the middle of the front seat." "Ok, college man," I said. "Then where is your mom going to sit?" I could see on his face he was trying to come up with a solution. "I got an idea," he said. He opened the passenger

  Jean, his mother's younger sister, arrived at the house bright and early on Saturday morning. "Hi squirt," she said. Rick didn't resent the slam it was a nickname she had given him when he was born. At the time, she was six and thought the name was cute. They had always been closer than most nephews and aunts, with a typical little girl thought process she felt it was her duty to help take care of him. "Hi Jean," his mother and he said in unison. "What's up?" his mother added. "Don't you two remember, you promised to help me take some furniture out to the storage shed at Mom and Dad's farm. Didn't you have some too Terri?" "Oh, I completely forgot, but it doesn't matter for it's all separated in the back bedroom." She turned to her son. "Can you help Rick?" "Yeah," He said. "I've got nothing planned for the day. Tod's out of town and Jeff is sick in bed, so there's n