It's late, I'm bored, thought I'd throw a "quick one" up for y'all.

My Series: part 1 part 2 part 3

No prior reading required. Same girl, different summer.

The summer was coming to a close and Jamie was throwing an all-weekend party for her graduation and birthday. Despite being a bunch of teenagers alone for a weekend in a beach house, the party was pretty tame. No booze, no weed, just a bunch of friends, movies, games, the beautiful beach, and a lot of good times. Oh, and a private master bedroom.

As many of you probably know, the life of a sexually active teenager does not often include a full sized bed. Hell, half the time it doesn't include a bed at all. Not that we minded much (in fact, Jamie got a real kick out of some less-than-ideal areas), but it was still nice to enjoy a proper fuck in a decent bed every now and then.

Everyone at the party knew about the two of us, so naturally we shared the bed each night. And though we kept our voices as low as possible, it didn't take a mastermind to figure out what went on in there. Lucky for us, most people were so exhausted when night fell that we didn't have much to worry about. Unlucky for us, our all night sessions combined with the late bed times of teens at a sleep over meant we didn't get much sleep at all.

It was the afternoon on the second day and everyone was tired after chilling in the water. A couple of people, including Jamie and I, decided to take a quick nap, while the majority of the group stayed in the living room and played Mario Kart. To put things in perspective, our bedroom opened directly into the living room, which meant one thin wall and one poorly closed door is all that stood between the two of us and the rest of the party.

Jamie climbed into bed, already half asleep. Neither one of us was in the mood (or so I thought); after all, we were both exhausted from the night before and all of our friends were right outside. I moved to follow her to bed, but my board shorts had been rubbing me the wrong way all day. I decided to strip down and, lacking boxers within arms reached, snuggled up next to her naked.

It wasn't too long before I felt her hand start to stroke me. "Did you just take your pants off?" she asked.

I have a lot of stories to unload and after being a lurker for 5 years, I figured it was about time to give back a little. If nothing else, I can re-read them when I am old and gray. Anyway, this happened three months ago when I was on a surf vacation in the mid-atlantic area. On my last night, I decided to go on a Tinder date. Tinder has been hit-or-miss for me but I learned long ago to not let these things get to me.

The girl that I connected with complained that all the guys around her were just stoner/surfer types that had no motivation in life. I am in a white collar profession and there are definitely times when those types of people actually seem to have things figured out better than I.

So she tells me to meet her at one bar and then stands me up. I head back to my hotel and she convinces me to meet up with her at another bar. On the one hand, I am definitely wary of getting jerked around, but on the other hand I didn't really have any other options. I figured I would make the most of it.

I arrive and she is pretty and the conversation is good. She hadn't been out for a while and was making up for lost time, downing shot after shot. Now a lot of guys know the situation where a girl quickly goes from being flirty and buzzed to shitfaced and sloppy (probably girls know this situation well too). She made that turn relatively early in our meeting. She started to blow me off and talk with other guys. It didn't faze me too much and when I started to get too annoyed, I just talked with the girlfriend that she came with as well as some other girls and had fun on my own.

Anyway, when the conversation started to get really painful and boring, I took that as a good reason to duck out of there and call it a night. For me, it is empowering to take charge and graciously remove myself from the silliness.

I take a cab back to my motel and as I pulled up there was a girl bending over the trunk of her car getting out her luggage. I notice two things: first, she had amazing cutoff jean shorts that really showed off her pretty little ass; second, the car had the same plates as my home state. She had long straight brownish hair and a skinny body and small perky tits. As she bent over I can see the nice crease at the bottom of her bubble butt as it meets the back of her thighs.

“Hurry,” he said but calmed his voice befoe he said it. He didnt wish to appear too desparete or pushy as either would suggest this wasnt going to occur, nevertheless he wanted to get past the point of her reconsidering. Once her panties were down and his hands were on her sides here had been a pretty good opportunity things were going to proceed. “I wish to make certain we both have actually a good time” he finished. He watched her slip her panties down her legs. She pulled one leg out and then stepped the other out and stood up directly still clutching them in her hand.
She could have just pushed them past her sides and allow them fall to the ground but as long as her fingers were grasping the little undergarment she nevertheless felt like she might be able to stop, not that she desired to. The feeling was exhilerating and she hated it. She has constantly been therefore boring. A good woman. The current circumstances made her heart race along with her human body become flush with pleasure and she didnt know how to handle it. “Now, don’t look.” She was self-conscious of the woman body. It didn’t look the way she wanted. Not that she desired to look like a swimsuit model, but smoothed out about twenty-five pounds will be good. “Don’t look?” He thought information technology was an odd request thinking about their scenario. “Yeah, just don’t stare at me.” He nodded. He knew not to push. “Sure, now come here.” She had been blushing and wondered if he could inform. He could and he wanted to get begun in hopes she would relax.
He reached below the seat and pulled the lever to drop it to its cheapest point. She shimmied over to him with her hand nonetheless clutching her panties as she additionally tugged down on her shirt. He paused before achieving his hands out to get her hips and pull her onto him. He seemed up at her and caught her eyes, “Are you okay, like, for this?” He attempted to seem since genuine as you possibly can. Although the intent wouldn't change he desired to appear sort and friendly. He had been good at what he did well, however couple of things those were; flirting, female oral satisfaction and ranting about random polotical happenings. He desired to make a woman feel comfortable and he could tell she wasn’t. Thats why he was so great. If getting a woman to wish to fuck you was a sport he’d be in the top tier.

My budget had been a bit tight and my wife is amazing I couldn't let our funds ruin the occassion. We had just had our very first youngster and we were stressed and lacking sleep. I wanted to make sure she felt unique, especially that day. The day before we had picked up two bottles of the woman favorite wine, tea light candles, two publix bags complete rose petals and an assortment of little gift items. Like we said the spending plan had been tight so I told the lady we would just get away to dinner nothing fancy. As we had been getting our child packed up drop off at grandma's house we told her i had to do a fast errand and that I would satisfy up with her at her mothers. I race across town to her mom's house and drop off a package of chocolates with a note saying that I'd love to invest the day with her but first she'll have to find me personally. Information technology informs her to visit the destination where we first kissed. After dropping of the chocolates we race back home just in time to see her keep. we rush in and begin to decorate. I try and make look as nice as I can before the go's on my phone informs me that she left the woman mothers. The place where we initially kissed is the Verizon shop that I utilize to manager, it's an entire new staff that works here but they had been pretty and allowed me to keep a beach hat here with an another note. This note said that she was close and that I enjoyed her and I desired her to keep in mind where we had been when we first said that I enjoyed her. That first kiss had been miracle, not earth breaking, but truthful. We both had been nerves and that made it exciting it was like i was right back in high college again. The woman lips were firm but yeilding, just a little moist and tasted of candy. In case you have just about any questions about exactly where in addition to the best way to work with shemale live cams, you can e-mail us from our website. I wrapped my hands around her and left her press closer to me. My wife is 5 foot five and was as soon as a semi-conpetitive volleyball player, fit and with the type of thigh that would keep you praying at her change. The kiss ended and I knew that this wasn't going to be just recreational. The very first time that we said we love you, and yes I said information technology first, had been on campus. we had caught her after her enc1102 class and had walked her to her car.

Component 1
we start up a duffle bag to pack particular items for tennis with mom later today. we pack a recreations bra, compression shorts, an extra pair of panties and my tennis ensemble. For safety we also carry a water container incase of anything. we wish in my SUV and drive down, blasting music. we genuinely do not understand why my mother bought me an Escalade, it's a massive automobile and I am such a tiny woman. we hear a guy below me personally yell,
“Yo, what's a pretty small thing doing in that monstrous truck.”
I understand he just wishes to begin a redundant conversation which will lead to him asking for my number so I ignore it. we drive towards the nation club and hand my tips to the valet. I see my mom talking up a number of the other females, these women are wealthy as a result of their husbands.
“Julie, come say hi to these ladies” My mom waves to me.
we politely greet them and talk for a bit. At the corner of my eye I see a tall well built man approaching towards united states with somebody who appears like a more youthful form of him.
“Oh, Julie” Our mother says. “These would be the Vankepps. Richard and his boy Harold”
“Hello Julie.” Richard says in a thick Dutch accent.
Harold appears at me personally with courteous blue eyes. we can inform he is a heartbreaker, his demeanour says so. He is so handsome nevertheless, he is putting on a well fitted dress shirt which shows off his hands, back and chest in the most seductive manner and his bright look lights up the room. I'm truly mesmerized.
“Julie, we will be playing the Vankepps in Tennis. Are you currently up for the challenge? Harold has won state championship two times.” She says in fluttering eyes.
we nod in silence. My mom and I enter the women locker space and begin to get dressed. You will find many older ladies dressing and undressing, some healthy other fat, all wealthy. My focus is on my mother, even though she undresses to get into her recreations garments, she loosens every button in the most seductive manner. I see her gradually taking down he blouse and her cleavage becomes more obvious. The top component of her breasts above her nipples are fully round and resting on her bra. She unbuttons her blouse and pulls it from her skirt and has her hands to her hips and sighs.
“Julie, you ought to talk to Harold. He is a really appealing young man and only a year older.