Sunday Quickie: The Window Show

The Window Show

The neighbor lady mows her yard about the same time every evening, right after I eat supper and before I steep a pot of tea. I sit in my screened-in sunporch and smell the grass clippings on the steamy summer nights. Usually I read or listen to the radio. Often, very late at night, I take off my clothes and blow a load before bed time.

The house backs up to a forest, and nobody can see me except for Marissa, the cute neighbor.

One night while mowing the grass, she wore a straw hat and a skimpy blue bikini, the top barely concealing her ample bosom, and the bottom rode up her ass crack like floss. I had planned on reading Catcher in the Rye for the first time, but after one long stare at Marissa’s beautiful body, I dropped the book on the floor and forgot about the tea kettle on the stovetop.

She saw me and waved. I waved back, a little embarrassed by the massive bulge popping up in my shorts. I decided to at least pretend to read, pretend to drink tea, and even pretend to be the nice neighbor guy who doesn’t gawk at the girl next door. Wasn’t until she was done mowing that I realized I held the book upside down and my tea had gone stale. I figured she’d put the mower away, and then I could sit in the dark and masturbate.


Instead, Marissa got out her garden hose and watered her flower garden. Then pruned the bushes, bending over enough for me to memorize the curves on her backside. The sunporch got dark, and I turned on the floor lamp so I could “see” my book better, because I needed an excuse.

When she got out a lawn chair and sat with a beer in hand, I realized she could probably see me with the light on. I waved casually, and she saluted me with her beer bottle. Marissa leaned back in her chair, long muscular legs crossed, an amused grin on her face. She clutched one breast, and pretended to adjust the bikini top. Then I knew she’d been watching me the whole time.

I took off my shirt. I’m a long ways from chiseled, but I workout and have nothing to be ashamed of. By the time I tossed my shirt to the side, the amused grin on her face turned into a full on smile with white teeth that flashed in the waning light.

Marissa uncrossed her legs and rolled the beer bottle up one thigh. I just imagined how the cold glass must feel on her skin, and what it would be like I were the one holding the bottle. The tent pole in my pants got a lot stiffer. I pinched my nipples, twisting them, not really even thinking about what I was doing. Would she call the cops? Forever pick a different time to mow her yard?

She pulled at her bikini top, and flashed me one boob. She was lovely and firm, with a large pink nipple.

I popped the button on my jeans, then rubbed my palms down my thighs. Marissa shook a finger at me, shaking her head, and stuck her finger down the other side of her bikini top. She twisted the nipple underneath. I stood up and unzipped my pants in slow motion.

She dropped the beer onto the grass. She flicked her hair back, laughing, and kicked the bottle away with her foot.

Not to let a little spilled beer deter my impromptu strip-tease, I turned around. My jeans fell around my ankles, and I kicked them off. Pulling at my boxers, I turned around to make sure I still had her attention.

Marissa sat on the edge of her lawn chair, the bikini pulled aside and both breasts exposed now.

I slid my boxers off, showing her my ass cheeks. One hand clutching my junk, I spun on my heels. By the time I was turned around, Marissa was fumbling off the bottom half of her bikini. I removed my hand, showing her my rod. She had a lovely triangle patch of hair between legs.

We stared at each other for a long moment, like two kids seeing naked bodies for the first time. I sat back down, and started stroking. Marissa pressed a finger against her clit, and rubbed.

Pretty soon, our mutual masturbation got hot and heavy. She flicked her pearl, and shoved a finger deep into her tunnel. I stroked my shaft with one hand, and massaged my balls with the other. I sped up a little, and she kept pace with me. Then I tried slowing down, but Marissa slouched in her chair and pumped her pussy faster.

Soft moans came from her. I doubt she even knew she was making noise. Precum dripped down my hand. I wasn’t going to make it much longer at this rate. I slouched in my chair, putting one arm behind my head, and using my change in position as an excuse to stop for a moment.

Marissa didn’t seem to want to stop. Faster, more desperate, as if she had an itch she couldn’t scratch. I smacked my member for her, making the noise as loud as I could. The rest of world just sort of blurred away, and Marissa became the center of my tunnel vision.

Then suddenly a squeal erupted from her. She shivered and crossed her legs, breasts bouncing and heaving. Marissa covered her mouth. Face, neck, and upper body bright red, she leaned forward and nearly jumped out of her lawn chair.

Once she settled back down, a big smile from ear to ear, she nodded to me. For a moment I wondered about stage fright. That moment passed quick, and I stroked myself, my cock on fire in a tingly excruciating pleasurable way.

The orgasm started in my balls, and exploded upwards like an uncontrollable quake. A jet of creamy white cum blasted out of me, hit the screen window, and splattered on the floor. I sank in my chair, exhausted and warm.

Marissa stood, wobbly on her feet, and blew me kisses. I blew kisses back and watched her walk into her house.

Ever since then, Marissa and I have gotten together. But lawn mowing is now a chore we both look forward to.


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Humpday Story: After All These Years

After-All-These-Years-GenericDr. Heath Olson looked older, of course, but hot damn, it’s the same man of Marissa’s misguided young fantasies. And he’s just as dashing now, standing in front of her, real as life and twice as gorgeous.

Christmas lights decorate the front picture windows of the cafe. Green, red, purple. Garland and tinsel hangs above the window frames. Seasonal music plays from the loud speakers. Everybody seems to be in a cheerful hustle, dressed in fuzzy sweaters and winter boots.

Marissa owes the Wenakaga Sun a news story on Heath. But fifteen years after she first met him, the heartache still stings.

Perhaps she owes herself something as well.

If you enjoy sexy student-teacher erotica with a holiday twist, be sure to read After All These Years.


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Sunday Quickie: The Girl Upstairs

The Girl Upstairs


My downstairs neighbor is hot. Smoking, hot. Tall, dark black hair, baby smooth skin. Ryan is his name. He does the yard work for our landlord. Once a week I wake up to the smell of fresh cut grass, and I hear the clip-clip-clip of him trimming the bushes directly below my dinette window.

The aroma of fresh Arabian coffee mixes with the fresh grassy scent. I open the yellow lacy dinette window curtains and look out below at him. I’m wearing a lacy black bra and white Brazilian cut panties. He’s got on a pair of khaki shorts and tennis shoes. I hope he can see me.

So I tap on the window. Innocently, of course. Tap-tap. Ryan looks up, and nearly drops the trimmers. He fumbles for a bit, makes a nice recovery by catching the trimmers in one hand, and waves at me. I wave back, an impish grin flushing my cheeks. For an awkward moment too long, we stare at each other as if for the first time. Ryan looks away first, face and neck red from the sun, and he goes back to trimming the bushes.

I get an idea.

I slip on my cutest pair of wedge sandals and my nearly see-through pink bathing robe, and I go downstairs with a full bottle of ice water.

“Hey neighbor,” I say, offering him the water. “You look like you need a drink.”

“I do,” he says, and drinks the water in one long gulp. I take the opportunity to check out his chiseled abs, and the way sweat drips down his skin.

“More where that came from,” I say. It’s a struggle to avert my eyes from his beltline. I manage, for a second or two, but he’s hard, and he’s not exactly hiding it.

Ryan grins wolfishly, as if he knows exactly what’s going on in my brain. The bulge gets bigger, fuller. I want to reach out and tap it. That’s exactly what I do. He doesn’t flinch, or smack my hand away.

“Maybe,” I say, “you should get your ass upstairs before you embarrass me.”

“Embarrass you how? Like this?” Ryan undoes his pants and whips it out, he’s not even wearing boxers. His cock is bigger than most of my toys, with a fat mushroom head and a thick shaft that bends upward. The ball sack is equally huge.

I push him against the apartment building, in between the bushes. Luckily, there’s a little ledge for him to sit on. I slip off my panties, let them drop to my ankles. What am I doing? Fucking this near stranger in the garden between buildings? Letting him see my trimmed bush like this?

Mine is trimmed down to a cute little landing strip. Ryan is fast to touch me, and slips a finger inside while his thumb rolls across my clit. I lean in and kiss him. Tongue action follows.

My heart races. Soon I’m working up a sweat in the sweltering heat. Ryan is hot and grimy beneath my fingers. Before I know it, I’m straddling that monster cock and grinding it with my hips.

Ryan makes cute panting noises. He’s trying to be quiet, to not draw attention from anyone who happens to be passing by.

Deep down somewhere, maybe in my pussy, I know what a dumb idea this is. But I’m too busy squealing in delight as the orgasm hits.

My pussy squirts, watering his cock and balls. I squeeze a fistful of his hair and rotate his head as I kiss him hard to squelch my scream.

Ryan responds by grabbing my ass in both hands and pulling me closer.

He allows me a moment to bask. I push away first, and collect my panties from under the bush. Ryan zips up his shorts, but he’s still hard.

“Come by tonight,” I pat him on the crotch gently. “And I’ll finish the job.”

“I’ll bring dinner,” he says, and winks.

One last quick kiss before I head back upstairs. Ryan might have a long day of work ahead of him, but he has a long night of fucking after that.

I hope he’s well rested.


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Sunday Quickie: No Shame in the Jacuzzi

No Shame in the Jacuzzi

I met Elisa at the gym where I workout, about six months back. We were instant friends, and she’s been coaching and cheering me on ever since. I’ve slimmed down a lot. I’m a hell of a lot stronger too.

Elisa is a slim and strong bombshell to begin with. Her arms are firm with well defined muscles. She has a set of legs that any younger woman would be jealous of. And her abs, admittedly, make me a little wet whenever she wears a sports bra. Unlike my giant ridiculous boobs, Elisa has small teacup sized breasts and, though I’d never seen them, they sure looked perky and firm.

Also unlike me, she has enough self-confidence for two women. You can see it in her posture and the way she casually flips her shoulder length brown hair into a ponytail. I love that about her.

Oh, and she loves other women.

So when Elisa invited me to her house to celebrate my weight loss, from the sparkle in her eyes I knew she had more than a nice dinner in mind.

I was more than fine with her unstated intentions. I happen to like other women too. I also happened to be infatuated with my workout partner.

But when Elisa told me to bring a bathing suit, I was nervous. Scared shitless, actually. I hadn’t worn anything skimpier than tights and a knee-length sweater for much of my adult life. The one-piece suit I’d bought the year before, a sort of perk to lose weight, now fit just fine. That didn’t help my confidence, oddly.

Dinner was wonderful. Chicken salad with quinoa and a lot of colorful peppers, mushrooms, and greens. For dessert, Elisa made chocolate pudding that was to die for.

And then she opened a bottle of blackberry wine. Once we were both properly buzzed, she patted me on the knee and asked if I wanted to soak in the jacuzzi.

I certainly didn’t want to disappoint her. So I said yes, but she caught the hesitation in my voice. I saw the pained look on her face, the way her brows tightened together, the little smile she gave me. But I decided to be brave, to be confident like my friend. I was going to wear the one-piece, gods-fucking-damned-it.

Elisa showed me to master bathroom and gave me a towel. And then she grabbed a towel for herself and a skimpy blue bikini that was practically made of strings, and gave me some privacy. I barely looked in the mirror while I changed. All I saw where stretch marks, my fat hips, and sagging breasts.

I slipped into my bathing suit and wrapped a towel around my torso. I met Elisa in her backyard, where the jacuzzi was. She had a fenced in yard, shaded by massive elm trees, and mostly filled with a vegetable garden and a few strips of trimmed grass.

She was heating up the water, testing it by dipping a hand in. I admired her from behind for a little while. Elisa seemed so vulnerable in her tiny bikini, and yet so powerful. Like some kind of super-heroine who stripped off her regular clothes and became a crime fighting babe, and here she was on her off-hours.

I giggled at the thought, which got her attention.

Elisa turned her head, and smiled at me. The water was already bubbling and looked so inviting. She stepped one leg, then the other into the jacuzzi. I approached. If I could drop the towel fast enough and shimmy in, she wouldn’t see my fat ass.

But I wasn’t nearly fast enough. Elisa was already leaning back, arms stretched out to either side. She stared at me. I stared at her, clutching my towel like it was the last shred of clothing on my body.

Elisa stood up, water dripping down her sexy body. Then she grabbed the towel right above my breasts. She yanked it off, snagging my bathing suit along for the ride. The elastic in my suit snapped back on my chest, the towel fell around my feet.

“Janice,” she said. “You have nothing to be ashamed of. You are beautiful and incredibly sexy the way you are.”

“Do you really think so?” I said.

“I know so, baby.” Elisa sat back down in the jacuzzi and lifted the bottle of wine which was nearby. It looked a lot emptier than I thought it should be. “Now get your sweet ass in here before I polish off this wine.”

The alcohol might’ve been doing some of her talking. Hell, maybe some of her seeing too. But clearly Elisa had planned this. The delicious dinner. The jacuzzi. The wine. I could’ve cried a little, standing there watching the most beautiful woman on Earth pamper me.

Instead, I stepped into the jacuzzi.

The water was lovely and hot. And when Elisa handed me a glass of wine and put her around my shoulders, I felt so safe and protected. No women had ever made me feel quite this way. Like I was made to snuggle into her arms. The sensation was better than sexy. It was magnificent.

We clinked glasses and toasted our health. Elisa has this way of relaxing me. Add the jacuzzi water, and I was melting in her embrace.

The wine started doing its magic on me, making me brave enough to snuggle her neck. I kissed her collarbone, just to be playful. And if she didn’t really like it, I’d just say I was being playful and leave it at that.

Instead, she cupped my face with one hand and kissed me on the mouth. A slow, sexy kiss. When she tried to end it, I sank my tongue between her lips and continued it. And then we played tongue tag. My heart skipped a beat.

I grabbed one of her breasts. Sure enough, she was perky and firm. And already nipping. I slipped my hand underneath her bikini top. Her skin was unbelievably smooth. I rubbed every inch of her boob, savoring the texture, and then I twisted her nipple.

And then Elisa spread my thighs apart, and scratched her fingernails up the inside of my leg. All the way to my pussy. Whatever confidence issues I’d been having, seemed kind of far off now. Like somebody else’s problem. I was with the sexiest woman I’ve ever met, and her fingers were pulling aside my swimsuit to slip a fingertip inside me.

I had a moment of indecision though.

“Why did you ask me to bring this damn swimsuit?” I asked.

Elisa smiled. “So you’d have a way out if you didn’t want to make out with me.”

I tugged at my shoulder straps. She sat back, enjoying the private striptease. I rubbed my breasts against her, not quite ready to pull them out for her.

And then she took hold of the straps and pulled my swimsuit down. My boobs fell out, big milky white jugs. I never cared for them. Elisa bent down and took a nipple into her mouth.

And bit.

I sucked in a quick breath. My nipples were already erect and taut. She continued sucking and licking on me, making slow work of each, making sure she tasted every inch of me. What Elisa didn’t know, is I can orgasm from just boob play. Not a big one, like having my pussy eaten out. But a nice electric warmth that starts in my nipples and spreads throughout my body. I threw my head back and screamed.

Elisa stared at me while I came down from my high. She seemed befuddled that she gave me an orgasm already.

While she was still processing that, I attacked her. That cute little string bikini didn’t stand a chance. I ripped the top off with my newfound strength. I laid waste to her pink nipples. I stripped the bottom off and let it float on the surface of the water.

Then I shoved my fingers into her pussy, while rubbing her clit with my thumb. She was ready for me. Already wet, legs spread apart. She pulled my suit off, with a little help from me. And then she fingered me.

The water seemed to get even hotter. She had a cute moan. She begged me to keep going. To not stop. She kept pace with my finger fucking.

And then we came together. Synchronised coming.

Afterwards, we just sat next to each other, holding one another. I kept thanking her, over and over. For everything. Elisa kissed me, over and over on the neck.

“You are the most beautiful woman to me,” she whispered in my ear.

I melted, and held her even tighter.

A year later, we still workout together. And once a week, we extend the workout to bedroom fun.

I’ve never felt better about myself. Elisa makes me feel slim and strong. And she is that much sexier for how she makes me feel.


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Sunday Quickie: When the Office Screws You Over

One day, after one such meeting, Tony pulled me aside to the break room. Nobody else was in there. Just us.

Life at the office has gotten more and more difficult for all of us. Tony lost his health insurance. My hours got cut way back, not to mention I’m now the only woman in the entire company. And every single one of us is now expected to do the work of three people, even with fewer hours.

But as work got harder, life between Tony and I heated up. I’d worked with the guy for almost a decade. I was his friend during his nasty divorce. He was mine after each long term boyfriend traded me in for a younger model. But we never had sex through it all.

I think the tipping for us was when the economy crashed and the Great Recession happened. I was over-worked and stressed out with no end in sight.

And when I’m stressed, I oddly work harder. And then I want to play harder.

But the office work was becoming tedious and boring, and the deadlines meant nothing anymore because nobody got anything done.

So naturally, I started wearing a buttplug to work.

At first, it was just to feel something fun inside me while analyzing spreadsheets. I liked the way it slowly stretched me out all day, and how I could feel it when I wiggled my ass in the chair, without anybody the wiser. Feeling the plug and squeezing it with my anal muscles got me through the day.

And then I started added a small remote controlled vibrator inside my panties. Just a clit stimulator, not enough to make me gush in orgasm. Certainly got me wet.

I sat through boring meetings next to Tony, discreetly playing with my vibrator and enjoying the slick feel of the buttplug. The entire, I’d think of Tony, and what he must look like naked. How he might feel, warm body pressed against mine in the break room. Enclosed tight in his arms, his cock inside me, our tongues mingling.

One day, after one such meeting, Tony pulled me aside to the break room. Nobody else was in there. Just us.

“Did you hear that weird buzzing sound?” he said, rubbing a finger inside his ear.

“No,” I said, trying and failing to hold back my gleeful smile. “Are you going deaf?”

“I don’t know. But I swear, I kept hearing a buzz.”

“Let me look at your ear.” I held him close, and blew in his hear. At the same time, with my other hand, I turned on my vibrator.

“There it is again,” he said. “Don’t you hear that?”

“I don’t hear anything.” I flicked the vibe speed up a notch. Having Tony so close plus getting a good clit stimulation made me soaking wet. I could smell my pussy now. I liked how my smell mingled with his cologne. It was like the two odors mingled into one.

“Damn, it’s louder,” Tony said. “And I think it’s coming… from there.”

He pointed down. I looked at my feet, all innocent, or at least pretending like hell to be. The expression in Tony’s eyes was wild. I fucking loved it.

I locked the break room door. Nothing more had to be said. Tony held me close in his arms and made out with me. No peck on the cheeks. Straight to tongues flicking and heavy breathing. I had two orgasms from all the stimulation I was getting.

Then I bent over one of the tables and lifted my skirt. Tony pulled down my panties.

“My God, woman,” was all he said when he saw the buttplug and my soaked pussy. He unzipped and dropped his trousers. Then I felt his cock, inch into me. I had no idea how big he was at the time, and was pleasantly surprised at how perfectly he stretched me.

I folded my arms on the table in front of me, and laid my head down. Completely at his mercy. I loved the double feeling of his cock in my pussy rubbing against the toy in my ass.

And then the buttplug slipped out a little. Tony pushed it back in. In, out. With the rhythm he was fucking me at. Faster, more intense, he fucked me in both holes.

More orgasms ripped through my body. I had never experienced such pleasure before. And the danger of being caught just amplified things for me. I whimpered. I cried. I begged him to give it to me.

And then I pushed him away. A yelp came out of my mouth. I squirted all over him and the floor. A nice big wet spot that smelled of pussy. I collapsed back on the table, exhausted.

Tony leaned on top of me, just holding me for awhile. I felt so secure in his arms. Like I was made for him to hold, it just felt so right.

I don’t think he even came inside of me, and he didn’t insist. Once my afterglow cooled down a bit, we got dressed and straightened up quickly.

Every day that week, we repeated our fucking. First in the break room again. Then in the men’s bathroom, then the ladies’. We used the conference rooms.

One night, very late, we fucked in my cubicle.

What we didn’t realize, was that security cameras had been installed everywhere in the office. Our boss hadn’t informed us of that for some dumb reason. I got fired first. Apparently, the boss didn’t want a sexual harassment suit in the office, and he figured I was the one most likely to file one.

Tony quit soon after that, and we moved in together.

Eventually, we got new jobs, then we opened our own business.

An adult shop, complete with magazines, movies and sex toys. Working there with Tony is a blast every day.

And we can fuck in the break room all we want, and nobody cares. We even record ourselves with the security cameras.


Happy New Year 2018!

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The Undressing Room

When the Unthinkable Happens

The Undressing Room


Miriam F. Martin

WhenTheUnthinkableHappens_v1I take GamerGirl out clothes shopping every so often. Not real sure why I do so. Ever notice the chair outside the ladies’ fitting rooms? That’s where I sleep.

When I’m not sleeping, I’m fantasizing. One of my biggest fantasies is to have wild, raunchy sex in the fitting room.

Surprisingly (or not) this is one of GamerGirl’s fantasies too.

For both of us, it’s the thrill of getting caught by a fitting room attendant, or by another customer. Or maybe even by security.

Luckily, department stores have drastically cut back on their staffing, so getting caught by an attendant is unlikely. Also because of less staff, there’s fewer customers. And security at these stores tends to be one guy who sits at a desk and watches TV all day, so no worries there.

But none of that kills the illusion.

So we were in the fitting room at GamerGirl’s favorite department store. She had an arm full of Lolita style dresses to try on. I had a massive boner bulging in my pants. She looked at me, I looked at her.

Then I pushed her into the cubicle and we ripped each other’s clothes off.

I played with her pussy for a bit to make her wet. Then I slipped on a condom. (She has five kids. She doesn’t need one from me. And Hubby owns guns.)

I turned her around to face the mirror. GamerGirl braced herself with a hand on opposite walls. I was balls deep in her.

Pretty soon, we were both sweaty. Our hair was a mess. Her makeup was ruined. I made eye contact with her in the mirror. Watching her tits bounce and her eyes roll backwards, just made me even hotter.

Then, over the intercom: “Good afternoon customers. There’s a tornado watch in affect. Sorry for the inconvenience, but we ask that you follow all ten of our employees to the designated safety area. Thank you.”

The thrill of being caught intensified. Now it was the thrill of being in danger. What if the roof got torn off while we were fucking?

GamerGirl and I rattled the cubicles. A few of the bolts fell out and clinked on the floor. The mirror almost came off the wall. It hung sideways.

And then the unthinkable happened.

People came marching into the dressing room. Lots of people. Employees, customers, security guy. More than I thought were in the store. Their feet shuffled across the hardwood floor.

“Is this really the tornado drill area?” said one person.

“Yes, ma’am,” said another. “And this isn’t drill, ma’am.”

“Just doesn’t seem all that safe.”

“Mommy, she has four feet!” said yet another voice, one with a high shrill like nails on chalkboard.

My dick shriveled up. I didn’t have to pull out. It just kind of fell out and migrated up into my prostate. My condom fell off and dropped to the floor. I didn’t dare move to pick it up.

GamerGirl and I froze, like deer in the headlights. Or rabbits caught in the garden late at night. Or…

Well, fuck it. We got caught, and it was nothing like I imagined. All the hot sweat was now cold.

I signaled to GamerGirl in the mirror. After a few weird hand signs, we agreed to dress ourselves.

I moved slower than a sloth slowed down with more than enough booze to tranq a mammoth. One leg. One pant-leg. Then the other. Pull the jeans up very, very damned slowly. Neither of us made a sound.

Then, unthinkably, the unthinkable struck again.

I accidentally smashed my elbow into the cubicle wall. Thunk! I froze again. The wall didn’t stay so still. The mirror creaked, and then fell to the floor and smashed into a thousand gazillion pieces.

The dressing room got real quiet quick. Even the tornado seemed to quiet down.

“Mommy, what was mmph mmmph…”

GamerGirl and I pretended the people outside the cubicle didn’t exist, as best we could. In return, the ignored us best they could. It was like being at family dinner and the weird uncle farted loud enough to rattle the house.

Nobody said anything.

After what seemed like an endless eternity, the damn tornado ended. GamerGirl and I cut our feet on the glass shards.

Driving her to the emergency room was the single most painful experience ever, not counting anything Vampirella’s done to me.

Needless to say, we’re both banned from that department store.


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