Sonia’s Erotic Stories

I walked into my apartment to find the caretaker of my building on his knees with 2 pairs of my panties, one around his cock and the other pair held up to his face. I had complained earlier in the week that the sink in my en-suite had kept blocking and that I needed it fixing, he knew I would not be in that day and took his opportunity. However, I had finished work early so he had not been anticipating my arrival. I opened my bedroom door to be greeted with this sight, my pussy reacted to the scene in

I have had many experiences of public exhibitionism over the years and I would like to share them with you all. The women in my life have not always been willing to expose themselves in public but have usually found that after the initial embarrassment they find it quite a turn on and are more than willing to repeat the experience. I’ll not record these in any particular sequence, just as they come to mind. I was married to Pat for around 10 fairly happy years. During this time we experimented widely with just about every sexual

   Although normally pretty conservative, my wife occasionally becomes hyper    horny, especially when she drinks. The occasional alcoholic drink to her is the    one true aphrodisiac, the more she drinks, the hornier she gets. While I enjoy    watching guys looking at Betty and encourage her to dress in sexy outfits, she    normally dresses attractively, but conservatively, and is satisfied noticing a    man’s approving sideways glance. But when she gets horny, she becomes a    teasing exhibitionist, excited showing herself off and making horny men lust for    her. Betty has a very

 After the graduation party, I noticed how things changed with us.  I, of course, noticed her more, and I don’t know if she was doing it on purpose, for my sake, or that she always dressed like that.  Her dresses became shorter, her tops tighter, she wore a bra less, when she wore shorts, they were extremely tight.  So tight in fact that I wondered if she wore underwear underneath sometimes.  I could see the outline of her sex, and the pants in back would caress her tight ass.  One day, I was outside, mowing the lawn,

I had never really thought of my friend Pat as ‘posh’, but his mother certainly was. Her voice had the beautiful lilt of the refined southern Irish. Her manners were impeccable. She looked the part too with short, very dark, well cut hair, a slim but shapely figure, elegant clothes and a regal bearing. You felt you had to be on your best behavior in her presence. At fifteen I fancied her desperately despite her being an ‘older woman’ of around forty. When she opened the door to me that morning however, she looked just a little

It was in the early 1980s in South Carolina. 13 year old Tommy Peterson was sent to an orphanage. His parents were killed in a car accident. The authorities couldn’t find any relatives to contact. It was known that Tommy had an aunty but her whereabouts wasn’t known.     Tommy was a very sad, poor little boy. His situation was so traumatic that he was in shock for many weeks. After several months he slowly was starting to accept the death of his parents. The orphanage provided food and shelter. The Four adults who ran it did

She was hurrying around to put the finishing touches on the house. She had only a couple hours more ’til her husband would be home and he would expect all to be in readiness. It would be even more than he expected. Quickly glancing around to be sure she hadn’t forgotten to do anything, she grabbed her purse and dashed out the door, jumping in her car and heading for downtown. So little time, so much to do. She first stopped at the costume shop and collected the costume she had reserved earlier by phone, examining

            This story is all about a fun weekend that was inspired in part by this website.  My girlfriend found out that I was a fan of vintage Lingerie, and now uses the site for ideas, and that is how the following events came to pass.  We are currently living in different cities about 5 hours apart by car, so weekend getaways are our usual form of getting together.              Not long ago, we planned to meet at a hotel roughly half  way between our towns.  We were discussing details of the coming weekend, and I

“Ready for a bath honey?” Anne asked her son as she stood in the living room doorway, already in her flowing white dressing gown. “Almost mummy,” Sammy replied. The dark-haired child was kneeling on the floor, wearing just his Spiderman pyjamas as he scribbled in a colouring-book with wax crayons. “It’s getting late,” Anne replied, “It’ll be bedtime soon. C’mon honey, it’s a school night. You can’t stay up forever.” “Okay mum,” Sammy said. He sighed and put the book and crayons on the coffee table. Like any eight-year-old boy, he didn’t really like

When I was 14 we went to my aunts house for a vacation. My cousins (a boy who was 9 and a girl who was my age) decided to go swimming in lake Huron. I didn’t have my bathing suit with me so my aunt lent me a pair of the 9 year olds stretch pants. After coming home from swimming. My aunt told me to take off the stretch pants because if I wore them too long they would no longer stretch back small. I rapped a towel around me and took them off with the

I had just finished college and decided that I wanted to spend my last summer before looking for work doing something I had wanted to do since I was little, play the piano. I spend a couple days calling around until I decided on a teacher who had good recommendations and that I could afford. Marsha gave lessons out of her home. She was recently divorced and in her mid forties and she was actually quite attractive. The first thing I noticed about her is that she was always well dressed, usually in a skirt and sweater

When I stepped into the room the first thing that caught my eye were her panties. Bright pink, they were so different and contrasting just laying on the pale carpet. To say I was stunned would be an understatement. After all, why were they there? This is my bedroom and I don’t wear panties. Well, I do , but I hadn’t worn these. Besides, who knew I wore panties. Then my face flushed with the thought that maybe my mother did know. I always thought I was so very careful. I had been aware of how

The year of 1950 will always be remembered by me as the year I discovered Directoire Knickers. Up until then, I had only used my sister’s school knickers, a style called gym knickers, made of a delightful silky material called Rayon. My discovery of Directoire Knickers came about quite by accident.  I was staying for a few days with Mum’s younger sister, my Aunt Hetty.  My sister, Brenda, stayed at home. In the lounge one day, I was sprawled on the floor doing my homework, the GCE exams were coming up and I wanted to get good

 When I was in college, there was a girl in my classes named Janet, She was an ash blonde with large, bold breasts, full, voluptuous hips, and a free and easy manner which just radiated sexiness. She was so pretty and popular that I could hardly dare to talk to her; she starred in many of my fantasies and unknowingly received many of my solitary libations of sperm. But one day Janet approached me herself with a remarkable proposition! At that time I was studying to be a photographer, and my skills and interest in the

——–  One summer early in Peter’s teen years, his mother sent him to stay with his Aunt Emily, who ran a boarding house for young men in the north of England. Peter was quite excited, both at the novelty of the trip and at the prospect of being more “on his own” for the summer. He had only recently discovered the boyish pleasures of masturbation, and he was looking forward to having opportunity to explore them out of the supervision of his parents. Little did he know that his mother’s suspicion of his secret activities was the

 In which Nurse Collins recruits Peter for a demonstration of patient care procedures.  Editor’s Note: Every practicing nurse is well aware of the  involuntary sexual arousal experienced by many male patients  receiving enemas. The symbolically submissive posture of the  enema recipient, the forced exposure of private parts of his  body, the sense of personal invasion, and (most importantly) the  intimate pressure of the warm enema fluid on his sensitive  prostate gland often produce a sexual response in the male.  Although the response is harmless and entirely involuntary,  and usually goes away as soon as enema delivery

(Editor’s Note: Masturbation is often called “the private vice”, but the compulsive masturbator frequently practices his habit in circumstances that can only invite discovery.  The reactions of accidental witnesses may lead either to reinforcement of this dubious behavior or to serious legal complications for the masturbator. The his account below Peter demonstrates this strong connection between exhibitionism/voyeurism and masturbatory addiction. — Dr. Margaret Wilson, Registered Genital Therapist.)       The setting is the sea coast of Northern California.  I have gone to a “clothing optional” beach, where nudity is permitted, and men and women are

(Editor’s Note: The male’s primal fear of castration is well known in the psychology literature. However, in our work with habitual masturbators we frequently find a counter emotional affect: an actual fascination with the prospect of castration by the hands of a woman, that can be compared only to the attraction of a moth to the flame. At the Institute we are investigating this phenomenon under controlled condition by placing randomly selected males under realistic threat of castration by our nurses and monitoring their sexual response. We find that sexual arousal occurs in a surprisingly high percentage

(Editor’s Note: Peter has sought help for his masturbation dependency on several occasions, but with little permanent benefit. This chapter describes an incident while he was in a treatment program that emphasized social aversion conditioning. We are fully supportive of this treatment protocol, which intentionally places the masturbator in social situations where his habit is exposed to others and its humiliating nature may be recognized. — Dr. Margaret Wilson, Registered Genital Therapist)      It was Saturday afternoon, and Peter was very excited.  Tonight was the night of the annual “toga party”, a wild, anything-goes bash  held secretly

 When Peter turned fourteen, his aunt announced her intention to send him to summer camp. This prospect was far from pleasing to the naturally shy and introverted youth: he dreaded the rude, forced contact with other boys of his age.  He disliked their rough physical games (at which he was always the loser) and their boisterous society (from which he always felt excluded).  He much preferred to keep his own company and pursue his own interests, which lately centered on his secret habit of masturbation. Since recently discovering the rapturous mystery, he was interested in little else. 

It was my cousin’s 15th birthday (he’s two weeks younger than me, so I’d just had my birthday). There wasn’t anything planned, like a party or anything, but I wanted to wish him a happy birthday and buy him a cheeseburger or something, so I took the bus over to his house. Unfortunately (no, actually it should be “fortunately”), he wasn’t home. He’d gone to the Municipal Pool to swim. My aunt suggested I go to the Pool and join him, but I hadn’t brought my swim trunks. She said “No problem.” I could use a pair

Paul continued to wait for Ms. Barnes, his college English instructor.  She had instructed him to be at her office at 4:30 to discuss his progress, or rather, lack of, in her class.  He knew she was angry with him; at least he had been on time for the appointment.  He now sat on a couch in her outer office, the only other person in the room being Ms. Barnes’ secretary, Cindy.  Paul had seen Cindy around the campus before; he assumed she must be a student also.  Cindy had said very little to him since his

Paul looked at the clock once again; 4:25, almost time.  He was waiting in the office of his English teacher, Ms. Barnes.  He had missed her class again this morning, and had failed to turn in his paper on time.  She had called his dorm room and instructed him to be at her office at 4:30pm, or else face an F for the class.  Paul couldn’t afford an F, not in his first college semester.  His parents would be furious.  Paul’s Aunt Sarah had helped him enroll, and had told him that Ms. Barnes was an easy

This is not a long story, mainly because the events here happened so fast. It pre-dates Pat Swapping by some time before Pat got into sex with others, but only just. This happened on a wet Sunday evening, fairly early at around 5pm. There was nothing on TV and nothing much else that needed doing. Dave, our neighbour, knocked on the door both he and Chris where in a similar state of boredom – Sundays can be so mind numbing. Anyway, he asked us around for a few drinks at 6 and said he had borrowed an

By Dennis  It was last summer and I was going to have a party at my house for all the folks who work in my office that I deal with daily.  We are all computer professionals of some sort and there are only about 20 of us.  I gave out the invitations and had a response of about 16 people coming over.  One of the attendees was going to be the new procurement specialist we just hired.  She was young (about 26), petite and very cute; small with just enough curves to be attractive.  Being somewhat older

   I was about fifteen.  I was invited to a party to accompany a sweet young girl I had my eyes on.  She wasn’t all that interested in me as it turns out, but I was obviously good enough to be asked to take her. Anyway, all the people there were her friends and relations and I was the odd one out.  She wondered off almost as we arrived, to talk with her friends, and left me sitting with a drink, in the corner of the sitting room.    I scanned the room and soon worked out

I started wearing panties when I was only three or four years old. I accidentally peed my pants and my Mom got angry. She made me undress and then step into a pair of my sister’s yellow rhumba briefs. I had to wear them for the rest of the day. Dad came home and made a big deal out of his little sissy with the lacy panties. Little did they know that they set me on a life-long habit. When I was maybe 17, I swiped a pair of Mom’s nylon briefs and jacked off into them.

When I was about 12 years old, I started babysitting for a neighbor lady. She had three children. Since two of her children were 8 and 9, they usually went over to their friends house most of the day. That left me with the baby, who slept most of the time. Consequently, there was always a lot of free time while I was there. This woman was an attractive lady — not beautiful, but pretty in a ‘mom’ sort of way. When you looked at her, you could tell that she had a few children. She wasn’t

My first exposure to “panty fun” was when I was 14, I am now 26.  It was with my mothers younger sister (Auntie Linda).   I was asked if I wanted to stay with her while my parents were out of town.  It was summer so I was out of school and really had nothing better to do.  I had always noticed her around my parents house at different occasions and she usually made an effort to talk with us(her niece and nephews).  I think it was her way of staying hip and up with the times.

by PantyLover I walk into a lingerie shop to buy several pairs of women’s sexy silky panties. When I enter the store, I see it is only the clerk and myself. As I browse the racks of beautiful panties, the clerk approached, asking if I needed any help. I told her I wanted to buy some panties for my girlfriend. She asked what size and style. I told her size 7 and silky nylon hipsters would be fine. Then the bottom dropped out! She sneered at me and said … “Are you sure these panties are for

This is a story that is part fantasy and part reality. During my last year in law school I moved into an apartment building that featured several apartments per complex and one one-bedroom apartment in the basement. The one-bedroom apartment is what I had and the building’s laundry room took the place of my living room or front room. It worked out quite nicely as I had my laundry service just a few feet from my front door, but didn’t have to worry about the noise of the washer and dryer because the building was

  By Nicky London My wife, Jilly, confided in me, early in our relationship, that she became aroused when other men tried to look up her skirt or down her blouse. Men in her office would stare at her legs whenever she was seated in front of them. And sometimes when she wore a blouse in the summer with a bare midriff, they would stare at her bare skin, hoping to see her nice breasts. She did not wear a bra on hot days, and her 38 inch breasts would be bursting at the constraints of her

My name is Anthony Markson-Smyth, yes it is a double barrelled name and yes I am from a wealthy and influential family in England. I am 17 years old and grew up on the family estate. I have short black hair and light blue eyes. And am tall and athletic and enjoy many sports from rugby to fencing. I have a small confession to make. I am addicted to panties. Over the last year i have gotten aroused by girl’s panties and have been sniffing and stealing them whenever I get the chance. I love the different

I have been using female internists for several years, partially for the “thrill of it” and also because I find them in general to be superior to male internists. While I wear panties 24/7, I have always chosen for Dr. appointments to wear a pair that could be considered unisex. My present internist (past 3 years) always begins appointments with a fully clad interview then leaves the room while she has me strip nude for physicals and issues only a small paper sheet to lay over my midsection. For this reason I have stopped making a safe

                    ==           Chapter One           ==           It seemed nobody in our family liked my Aunt Liz. I never           understood why. She would show up at family functions and people           would whisper. I once heard mom say “Sis always got the best of           everything, even boobs.” Mom was right, Aunt Liz was the only           woman in the family with a bosom, and a mighty one at that. It was           almost a right of passage for the teenage boys to have to dance with           her. If they were tall, they

My ex-mother-in-law was an Italian woman, about 50 years old, who had gained a slight amount of weight in her later years, but had an incredible set of breasts that she seemed to like to show off on many occasions. She would come to many of our cook-outs wearing a sundress, with no bra under it, and lean over in front of me to talk to her grandchildren, allowing me to plainly see her huge breasts literally swinging and swaying under the hanging sundress. She and her husband moved into a new house one summer, and I

 I was hired for this company as middle management.  A short time after I was hired, the company decided to change their computer system to a new one.  The problem was that the changeover had to be done by hand, since the systems didn’t read each other.  The company cleared a whole floor of their offices and put in computer terminals and hired temporary secretaries to do the transfer.  A total of 50 were hired and we got down to business.  The week after we started, one of the secretary’s car broke down and she would be

It had been five weeks since Anna had come to work for us.  Highly recommended by the agency we were more than a little disappointed with her performance.  She displayed a lethargic and apathetic attitude towards her duties around the house and seem to live for her days off.   Betty and I had talked with her several times,  both together and by ourselves in an attempt to improve her work.  All to no avail.  Finally, I called the agency and told them that Anna was just not working out and that

About six months ago, my husband Mike and I decided to have an open marriage.  I wasn’t for it at first and it took quite a bit of convincing on his part, but finally I relented.  I was worried, what was happening, was he losing interest in me, had he found someone else?  He assured me that he still loved me and that everything was fine, he just thought it would be good for us to experiment outside of our marriage. After five years it had been getting a little stale and maybe if I let him

It was saturday morning and a friend Tommy and I were going fishing. So, I hitchhiked over to his house. When I got there, his aunt who was very pretty, by the way told me that Tommy had gone to help her husband, that his car had broken down, across town. ” Would you like to come in and wait for them to get back?” ” Sure, I guess so.” I watched as she turned and walked back into the house and even though I was only 15 years old, I felt

Mom and Dad split for a short vacation, leaving me to stay with my grandmother. That was no big deal; I had stayed with her a number of times, and really enjoyed her company. She always fixed me a nice breakfast early in the morning and wake me up. There wasn’t much to do — school was out for the summer, and neither one of us had any great plans for the summer. We did, however, like to stay up late at night and watch movies on the television. Sometimes, we would go rent a movie or

I had something like that happen to me once. I lived in an apartment building and there was a very nice older woman about 51 years of age that lived down the hall from my apartment. Sometimes I would help her bring things up from her car to her apartment. She always thanked me and would look to see if my dick was showing through my pants. One day she knock on my door and asked me if I would put a new battery in her smoke detector in her apartment. I could tell she had been

I’m 31 and single. I live in a condo with lots of fun neighbors. Among them is a lady who is 62 years old. She is single too and she is tons of fun. I never thought I could be attracted to a woman that old but I’ve changed my mind. Older people can have lots of energy and sexual appeal. She mingles with all of us younger people at the swimming pool and at some of the nearby night spots and I got to know Ruth very well. One day when we were at

Had good and bad experiences. At a very quiet clothes optional beach there was a lady, mid 60s who was walking by as I was coming out of the water with a hardon. She stopped to ask me if the water was cold and continued to elicit conversation about the beach and such which eventually turned into me and being nude. She went on to tell me the reason she walks the beach is to see nice looking men naked. It was kinda weird, it was like standing their in the buff talking to my grandmother (with

Today I had the task of getting the oil changed in my car. One of my favorite places to wear ‘skimpy’  clothes is to visit the local mechanics, they can be more than bold when looking, I like that !! And the attention a girl can get –WOW—play your cards right and you may get an engine rebuild thrown in !!! HAHA!! Today I wore a dark blue pleated skirt, mid thigh, olive green thong panties, a white tank top/crop top thingy, and my black five inch platform heels. I did my hair up, and wore nice

My folks were going on a three week European vacation and it was agreed that I would stay with my 50-year-old maiden aunt Liz. Aunt Liz was my favorite and we got along well. She was not pretty but had large breasts and a nice shape that I was beginning to notice now that I had reached puberty. I was naive and had not yet learned how to masturbate to relieve the seemingly constant erections that I got. One evening after supper I confided in Aunt Liz that my “peenie” always got hard and stuck out

What follows is a true experience that I had in my office: The begining of last fall, my secretary wore a white dress into the office. She is very pretty and always dresses professionally.  She is a hard worker and is modest about her looks and accomplishments. She had gone out to lunch with several coworkers and I gather that she stopped at the ladies room before returning to her desk.  I was in my office but got a glimpse of her as she came in.  During the brief glance, I thought I noticed the outline of

It was the first day a my new job. It was a small office, it had about ten employees. There was four women working there, two were worth talking about. One was a big breasted Mexican woman named Cindy, the other was this very attractive blonde named Pam. Pam had long hair, a great body, and she wore very sexy clothing. I became very attracted to Pam, she always wore a skirt and it always showed off a lot of cleavage. But what I enjoyed the most was looking at her legs, and trying to see

by MH PART I  I’m a lawyer with my own office I operate out of my home. My secretary was out for the day on a family emergency, so I was expecting a temp worker any minute. When she came in, I thought that this must be my lucky day! I guessed her to be mid-twenties, tall, with long silky blonde hair, cute – girl next door face, and a body to die for. She was wearing a white silk blouse that fit tightly over her ample breasts. The blouse revealed a hint of a white bra

  The arrival of Richard Newman in the Finance offices of Thurman & Kite caused quite a stir.  Not only was he tall and incredibly good-looking, he was also, as rumour had it, single.  Most of the women in the office were attached and took no more than a passing interest, but an air of competitiveness immediately arose between the two youngest women: Claudia (22) and Marie (24).  Each went out of her way to spend as much time with him as possible, and amused the rest of the office no end in their attempts to attract

At 13, I went into the hospital for a hernia operation. My nurse, Cathy W., seemed old to me then, although now I realize she was in her 30s, not unattractive, just very plain. By this time, my experience with women was a Playboy and nudist magazine my best friend had shown me. The thing I noticed is, it seemed to me, there were only two types of breasts: ones sporting large areola and rather flat nipples, or ones with small areola accompanying protruding nipples; more on this later. Anyway, the night before my surgery, Nurse Cathy,

“Martin, I brought you something to eat,” Candy said, as she entered her son’s room, only to realize that the room was empty. Her eyes were fixed on the open window. Her son had sneaked out…again. “DAMN HER. DAMN THAT WITCH. IT’S ALL HER FAULT,” the frustrated mother angrily shouted, and hurled the plate on the floor, braking it into pieces. It all started about a month ago, when her son made a new friend. It was a kid from the neighborhood, called Garry. Soon her son started spending more and more time with his new

  My real weakness is seeing and touching a woman wearing full cut, white nylon panties. It goes back to when I was just a kid, when I was in the hospital for a short stay with the flu. Late one evening when I had been asleep for hours, a very pretty young nurse came into my room to check on me and my roommate. She didn’t realize that I woke up because I kept my eyes closed most of the way, and got to see her slip out of her dress and give

When I was in High school, this lady Donna and her 2 year old son Bobby, lived across the street. She was pretty, and had a nice body though it was a little chubby, not much at all but just enough that it could be noticed. Her hair was shoulder length brown and wavy. Her husband was stationed overseas in the Army. Donna was a nurse and sometimes worked the late shift and I would baby-sit, often till 1:00 or 2:00 at night. She had a bed in the baby’s room that I could use while I

*** Danny didn’t like going to the doctor.  At 14 years old, he didn’t feel comfortable being naked in front of other people, let alone a woman, and his mother had insisted on taking him to pediatrician Dr. Joyce Cameron for his checkups.  What’s more, his mother would stay in the examining room and nurses would often wander in and out while he was undressed and undergoing what appeared to him to be humiliating procedures. *** Nurse Kathy showed Danny and his mother into an examination room.  The nurse had Danny strip to his underwear and then

A few months later I was pleased to hear that Anna would be looking after me again for a few hours and I intended to take full advantage of the fact that I now knew how the masturbating thing went, thanks to her and her friend Helen. When Anna arrived she was in her nurse’s uniform as she was going straight to work after looking after me. When it was bath time Anna just said go and get ready and then you can come down and watch some TV. I was so disappointed that she wasn’t going to

I had several experiences as a boy which still excite me today.  Once when I was about 10/11 my new baby sitter Anna told me that it was time to have a bath and get ready for bed and if I was good I could stay up and watch TV. I went off to my room and started to get undressed and heard her run the bath. She called me in and asked me how hot I liked it whilst constantly testing the water. Anna said she was a trainee nurse and did this sort of

  For about fourteen years, I have been parading about naked in front of my mother-in-law, even though my wife and I have not been together for over seven years. It started when she was about fifty-five, after my wife insisted that I go there once or twice a week to help around the house. The first time happened when I had been cleaning a fish tank and got soaked as the tank tilted. She was a bit angry at the mess I had made and told me to get undressed so she could dry my clothes.

Poverty makes you do things you never thought you could do, being in desperate need of money a friend talks me into joining her modeling naked in public. * “How badly do you need to get some money?” Jan inquired. I looked at her “Very badly,” I smiled at her, “In fact I am willing to do anything.” She looked at me and grinned “Anything,” I shrugged “Well almost anything.” I had met Jan for a coffee and a chat that evening after bumping into her the night before in a local disco, we were old school

I had to go to my mother-in-law’s apartment to help her with her TV. I looked for a cold drink in her refrigerator and saw a half bottle of gin, which I decided to drink. She is 83 and I was sure she wouldn’t notice that I was pixillated, and even if she did whatever story she may have relayed on to others would be taken with a grain of salt. Soon after I drank the gin, I decided I would strip to my underwear, claiming it was too hot in her notoriously over-heated apartment. I

To the rest of our family, Grandma Rose was – let’s be charitable and use the word “eccentric”. In the words of my mother, my father’s mother was a “nuttier than a fruitcake” and often suggested that she be put in a rubber room somewhere. To me, Grandma Rose was a breath of fresh air in a family that had more than their share of stuffed shirts and snobs. The beauty of Grandma Rose was that you never knew what she was going to say. She would come up with the wackiest comments, or

 Today, I had one of the best days of my life.  I purchased a new car to begin with.  I went for a three hour spin to get used to it, and of course, to see how it performed.  After taking a reality check, I stopped at a major nationwide store and had to pick up a few things.  Having the air conditioner on while driving kept me cool while everyone else was sweating in the daylight heat and humidity.  I went in and did my shopping, and while approaching my car, this woman with a baby

Phillip watched Donna through his living room window, as she talked to his mom and dad in the fading light. After his parents got in the car with his sister and drove away, he continued watching Donna in her yard, smoking a cigarette. The pretty brunette neighbor must have just arrived home from work, looking dressed up in her black skirt and white blouse. Philip was told that Donna was over fifty, but it was hard to believe. She was so slender and trim. Just look at those legs! And she has grandchildren! Everything

I am a single guy who is still “playing” the field. I date regularly but I haven’t had a steady girlfriend for a couple of years. My next-door neighbors are a married couple my age, Janie and Eric, who are very close friends of mine. We help each other out all the time and hang out a lot. Last summer Janie asked a favor of me. Could I help move some boxes and backs into her apartment that her mom was dropping off? She knew that I had off on Mondays and both she and Eric worked.

by anonymous    There was this lady that lived next door to me back where I grew up. She was very pretty. She was    early 30’s with black hair and big tits. I knew that she wore nylon nightgowns (seen her in them all the    time). Well I would go over there to help her with thing that she could not do. It seems like her    husband was never there. Any way, after completing a task she had for me, I would be invited in for a    drink. I would always tell that

One summer day as I finished mowing the lawn I noticed my next door neighbor laying out in her yard on a beach chair.  She was about 40 years old and I was only 16  but the thought of actually fucking an older woman turned me on.  She had a nice big ass and nicely shaped breasts.  As I walked by she called my name “Joe can you come her for a second.”  “Sure Mrs. Walsh I’ll be right over”  She was wearing a one-piece bathing suit that was very tight around her big, but not large

   Felix was sitting in front of the living room TV when his aunt came home from her date.  She glanced at him suspiciously as she stepped in the front door closing it behind her.  “Were you waiting up for me young man?”    The sixteen-year-old looked down at his lap sheepishly and smiled. “Sort of,” he replied honestly.    Rhonda laughed and ambled behind him ruffling his hair playfully. “Worried about me Honey?” “Well Jeez aunt, there’re a lot of crazy’s out there and it’s past midnight.  Besides, I don’t trust that Dave guy.”    “And

When I was only 16 I visited my Aunt Laura in Denver, Col. I was only staying for 7 days but I was sure I would be so bored. Laura had just divorced from her first husband and it was just me and her in her two bedroom house. Initially I couldn’t help but notice how she liked to run around the house with no bra which caused her small but nice breasts stick through her t-shirt often showing her nipples. She also liked to wear tight silky panties when she was at home. On

Hi Sonia Here’s a true story that happened to us a few years ago. By the way I luv your new photo set ( White half slip ). That is the most sexiest slip I’ve ever seen! ——————————– I love to see my wife in a slip. I love the feel of the nylon against my cock. I masturbate regularly fantasizing about other men getting glimpses of the silky nylon under her dress, and wishing how they could stroke their cock with the silky fabric until they come all over it. Then one day my fantasy came

Hank finished his cereal and coffee and left for work.  Becky and I sat at the table sipping coffee, not speaking.  She was in a terry cloth robe and I was in running shorts and a tee shirt.  I was planning on going for a short jog after my coffee. “Look, Becky, I’m a little uncomfortable about last night.” “What about?” “Well, I really feel bad about what we did.” “What are you talking about?  Nothing happened.  Oh, no. Don’t tell me you saw my thing?  Oh god, I’m so embarrassed”. So, she chose to ignore our

For thirty-two years, four months and five days I lived in the same, small town. It had gotten to the point where I knew almost everyone at the grocery store.  Parents or children of schoolmates, everyone.  But, I never had too many friends and, even worse, hadn’t had a girlfriend in over four years.  I guess I was a little wary of all the scuttlebutt and didn’t want to be the object of gossip. My best friends were Hank and Becky.  I went to grade school and high school with Hank; Beck was two years behind us. 

It was 1976 and my step-son Mickey was 13 years old when I discovered he was starting to grow up. The youngest of 3 children, Mickey was on the slight side at 5′ 6″, 125 pounds, but well developed intellectually. I was 40 years old 140 pounds and a typical homemaker. It was early April when I happened to be cleaning his bedroom when I made two discoveries, Mickey was masturbating into an old towel and I found an old pair of my black panties under his mattress. I wasn’t surprised at the masturbating but the panties

  From that day on the girls became even more confident about the   way they treated me.  On the last day of the school term, a   Thursday, Liz told me to go to her friend’s house on my way home   from school.  When I got there I was told that they knew about   the magazine I had been reading and that as I had been using   girls for my entertainment I would be used to entertain girls   during the summer holidays.  They told me that I would have to   learn

    The girls who had been behind me when I had been punished   wanted to see what it looked like when I jumped up from the   front.  They stood in front of me and Suzanne flicked the   crease of my bottom with her finger.  Even though it didn’t   really hurt I jumped up to please the girls.  Suzanne repeated   this several times making me jump and the other three girls   giggle as my prick and balls bounced about.  The four young   girls spent quite some time examining my nude

  My own Mother died when I was eight.  For the next five years   I lived with my Father.  Then, when I was thirteen, my Father   met another woman.  After a short romance he married her and   we moved in to her house.     My new Step Mum had three daughters   Liz who was fifteen,   Jayne who was the same age as me (thirteen) and little Becky   who was just eleven.  When we moved in my Step Mum told me   that I would be subject to the same rules

Myself, I started before the 1st grade. My cousin would have me dress in her things. In turn my cousin would rub my penis through the nylon material. I got to like the feeling. She would dress me up in my auntie’s bras, girdles, slips and other stuff. I would hide stuff I really liked. Many times pulling panties out of the drawer to wear under my pants. I don’t think I ever had a wet dream! I never let the stuff build up! I remember the first time I came. I was wearing my auntie’s panties,

My eldest son has just completed his last year of High School and as usual, my wife and I were called in to discuss with his teachers his year’s achievements. This scenario has taken place every year of his school life, and we have always been impressed, as have his teachers, with his diligence, acumen and above average grades. Until now. Because of work commitments, my wife was unable to attend this Parent-Teacher evening, and so it was I found myself alone with each of adults who had contributed to my

  I was in Arizona on a business trip and took a couple of days off to visit the Grand Canyon. After securing the proper Park Service permits, I headed off for a three day backpacking trip into the mighty canyon. I purposely picked a little-visited part of the canyon so I could indulge in my exhibitionist ways. I drove over what must have been 30 miles of washboard Forest Service roads to get to my remote trailhead. As I stepped out of my rental car, my body tingled with anticipation. After spending nearly

Undoubtedly the major slip influence for me occurred when i moved out of the family home when i was 19 years of age and boarded with a family of three, a married couple and their 20 year old daughter. The lady of the house whom i shall call Jean would have been in her early forties at the time. The couple accepted me when i applied for accomodation and i moved in. I was somewhat shy and felt a little unsettled being my first time living away from home. With the efflux of time i started

My name is Jon Robert. I’m 18 year old now and my mom Suzy is 38. My mom is so pretty and sexy many a woman aged 25 years old would love to have her body. She keeps her body pretty. She has light skin , big breasts and brown hard nipples, also long sexy legs. I don’t know why I have been thinking of her this way but I’m sure any man who saw her body would like to have her. My dad has his own business, so he has to travel around

My journey to wearing women’s underwear began innocently enough. It was in the late fifties. I was fourteen years old and my sister was seventeen. We each had our own bedroom on the second floor of our house with a bathroom we shared between them. I had certainly heard talk among my friends about girls and sex and stuff but I had never actually seen a naked woman except for the black and white photos in one of my friends’ dad’s girlie magazines. About a year earlier I had discovered the joy of jacking off and those

   If I were to ever say that Renu didn’t excite me, it would be an outright lie.  As a matter of fact, any man claiming to say that she didn’t make him horny was lying.  Renu is one of those women who can make a man go crazy with lust.  The worst part is that she knows it.  By the way, just for the record, Renu is my wife’s younger sister.    So when my wife announced that Renu would be coming to live with us for a while I received the news

Daydreaming about panties is what I do a lot. I daydream when I’m busy or bored, or especially when I’m scared or worried and need something to distract me from those terrors. It began back in grade school when I first discovered how soft and smooth nylon panties felt and how wonderful they looked whenever I got lucky enough to catch a peek at them under a skirt or dress. I have to confess, my first fantasies about panties were centered around imagining ways I might catch a peek at the panties worn by girls at

by Stockingtops After that first experience of masturbating in front of my Aunt Sarah, she seemed to change.  I would often see her walking around the house in just a bra and panties.  Most often she would be wearing big white nylon brief panties and a large white bra with lace covered cups that held her big breasts high, jutting out from her chest.  Occasionally she would wear a half-slip pulled up over her breasts, sometimes with panties, and sometimes completely naked underneath.  One time I remember her cleaning the kitchen in just a white half-slip pulled

by Stockingtops When I was 12 years old, my parents died in an auto accident.  The only relative left to care for me was my mother’s sister, Aunt Sarah.  I had been living with her for several months, when she finally brought my problem to my attention. I had recently begun having wet dreams, but had not learned how to masturbate yet.  And when I had wet dreams, I would put my sheets in the wash immediately so that Aunt Sarah wouldn’t know what had happened.  However, one day I woke up late after having had a

  (I don’t condone any sexual activity of adults with children – this is strictly a fantasy) When I was a little boy, my mother would often leave me with my grandma when she needed a baby sitter.  My grandma was about 50 years old, bleached blonde hair (she vowed never to go gray), she had big boobs on a womanly frame, and she always wore dresses… never pants.  In fact I don’t think she even owned any pants.  Anyway, my grandma would change completely, the minute the door closed and my mother had left us

When I was 13, I moved in with my Aunt.  Some of the things that happened when I lived with her were unbelievable.  So I’m writing them down now so I can refer to them in the future, masturbating to my memories.  My aunt had no shame.  And now looking back, I know she was an exhibitionist.  She would walk around the house in just her bra and panties.  Her panties were always big shiny nylon briefs, which came up over her belly button.  And her bras were big utilitarian things, designed to manage her huge breasts. 

A couple of years after the movie “The Graduate” came out I had a Mrs Robinson episode of my own, for that reason I’ll refer to her as Mrs Robinson. Mrs Robinson lived in a house next door, she was divorced, supporting a pretty daughter named Keri about a year younger than me, and a son named Tommy three years younger than me. (I was almost 19, Tommy was 16) Tommy and I would often get together after school and play one-on-one basketball in his driveway. Sometimes Keri would come out and watch our game, and shoot

by Elaine Several years ago, my husband passed away rather unexpectedly leaving me rather quite well off financially, including a very large house in a rural Northern Virginia suburb. And, I might add, childless and quite lonely.  I contacted my younger sister, Anita, and suggested that she and her son, Frankie, move in with me. Anita agreed and within three months moved in. Although there was no need for either of us to work, Anita chose to do so, while I worked part time as a consultant for a federal government contractor.  For the most part,

When I was fifteen my neighbour asked if I would call round to help her move a heavy chest of drawers in her house. After we had finished she said she would get me a soft drink and then we sat down. Her husband was at work. She was in her mid-thirties and a very attractive brunette, dressed in a skirt and low-cut top which showed off her full breasts. She sat opposite me, on the couch, and started talking about school and things. I could see up her skirt and saw that she was wearing stockings

My Neighbor’s Son My name is Shelly. I am 39 years old, married and I have an 18-year-old daughter named Connie. Three weeks ago my next-door neighbor and her husband were going out of town for a week and ask me if I would keep an eye on their house while they were away. Timmy their 18-year-old son would be staying home and they wanted to know if he could call me if he had any problems. I told them no problem. I had watched Timmy and Connie grow up together since they were

I’ve been turned on by allowing women to see me masturbate ever since I was about 15 and saw my older Sister’s hairy pussy by accident one day. She asked me into her room to tell her if she looked nice in a certain pair of jeans. After I had commented, she changed back into the dress she had been wearing. As she pulled the tight jeans down, she pulled her knickers with them by accident and I saw my first pussy. She pulled them up – after letting me look for a second – and said

I have been going naked in my back garden for several years (with my neighbour’s consent) so it is nothing new for her to see me completely nude. One morning early in summer I was looking at plants in my back garden while naked when my neighbour opened her bedroom window and shouted down to me. I was amazed to see that she was also naked, above the waist at least, and proceeded to tell me that she and her husband were going away for a few days. (This was nothing new because as neighbours

I’m age 35 with red hair, blue eyes, 5’3, weight 150 pounds. I always comb my hair to the side, but I don’t curl it. I wouldn’t consider myself much to look at but I do have 38 D breast that most young men notice. I’m not married and no kids, although I do baby-sit. I teach junior High and have enjoyed doing so the past 15 years. My favorite class to teach would be about puberty which children are 11 for the first class. I baby-sit for my neighbor and I have for 12 years. So

I don’t know which is more strange, writing this story, or that it actually took place.  It’s about my mother-in-law.  It’s about a fantasy that accidentally became a reality. My wife, Chris, and I visit her mother quite often since she’s on her own for many years.  While the drive to her house is a long one, my wife insists on visiting Kate, who is 74 years old and widowed for many years.  She is a pleasant enough, non-engaging dumpling of an elder.  Certainly the last kind of

Since I was twelve years old, masturbation has become a daily routine for me. My story happened when I was sixteen. By then I was a new student at a boarding-school for boys far from home in the mountains. I was very interested in girls but apart from some petting was not very experienced in sexual matters. My mother was visiting me over the weekend and stayed in a private house of a distant friend who’s name was Christine. She was a very good looking woman of 38 years, that was married to a marine captain. My

It was early on a Wednesday morning after my wife had gone to work. I got out of bed, wearing only a t-shirt, and headed into the laundry room to get some shorts. I would have to dress before going upstairs to the kitchen for coffee. My Mother-in-Law had spent the night, and I expected her to be at the table, already buzzing with coffee and late-breaking news. She had stayed up late with Janet and I, drinking and talking. With her years of experience as a foreign

I was married young. I was a month short of 21 years old and my wife was 19. We had been engaged for some months but both our parents asked us to wait to finish college and get a secure job before getting married. However, our doctor changed all that because he made a very bad diagnosis and said that Margaret, my fiancé, was pregnant. That came as one heck of a shock as her periods had been regular, but he told us that it was still possible to be pregnant and

I just had to write about this one. If you had one word to describe my mother-in-law the word would be prude. She is a great mother-in-law and an even better grandmother but I never knew she took such care in trying to hide her assets. What I mean by this is her huge boobs. I always thought that she was rather lacking in that department. My wife has big ones and of course that means nothing genetically, but my sister-in-laws are all well endowed too. One time this last summer the in-laws were over visiting my

 Gladys and Pete were doing some interesting talking lately on their dates.  They were talking about living together in marriage.  Questions like ‘What if we got married where would we live?’  With Gladys living in Canada and Pete the United States, they had some serious considerations.  Gladys had been phoning around trying to get some answers to their questions but found she was being put on hold and forgotten.  It was becoming obvious that she had to go in person and talk to the right people.  The government offices in Toronto were giving her the run around

 Sunday afternoon, Paula and I came back to her house so we could change, we were going out to eat at a nice restaurant in Niagara Falls.  While Paula was taking a bath, Gladys pulled me aside taking me out onto her patio.  Where neither Paula or Alice could hear.  “Bob, I got it!”  She exclaimed.  At first I thought she had some kind of an idea to get us out of the mess we were in.  Looking blank, ready to hear her idea, I said.  “Okay, let’s hear it!?”  “NO SILLY!…  MY PERIOD!  I’M NOT PREGNANT!” 

 I agreed to accompany Gladys, to a company office picnic and pool party.  It was to be held at the owner’s house.  He was a divorced man of about fifty years old.  Being new with the company, Gladys didn’t feel she should miss the party.  She made arrangements for her other sister Vicki, to sit with her younger sister Alice.  We all needed a break from Alice’s demanding attention.  Gladys, wasn’t going to attend if she had to go alone.  So, holding the door open to the nineteen sixty six yellow Corvette convertible that I had just

I had returned to work after the summer shut down, we were swamped with orders and had to work long hours.  The factory had closed for two weeks at the beginning of June, we had the long hot summer to work through.  One night about eight o’clock I could smell a strange odor, a chemical smell.  Suddenly from near the paint line there was a large bright orange flash and fire ball.  I was knocked backwards from the explosion, I was stunned.  The building filled with thick black smoke, it was impossible to see any farther than

 I was outside wiping my car with a damp cloth getting the dust off the paint when Gladys came out.  She stood on the porch in the sunlight.  “Well, what do you think?”  I whistled a loud wolf whistle at her as I stood admiring her.  “You look fantastic, god, all that just to deceive an old fart!”  I said looking at her approvingly, also checking for any flaws.  The only thing I could see wrong was the yellow dress needed a slip underneath, I could make out the outline of her underwear effortlessly.  Just the slightest

 A few days later, after going back to the office, Gladys, came home and was very disturbed.  The first thing she did was get the bottle of Rye out from under the counter and pour herself a very generous helping.  She sat at the kitchen table smoking and sipping back the whiskey weakly mixed with ginger ale.  Being a hot early summers day, the mercury was much higher than normal for the time of the year.   I sat to her side trying to make small talk but Gladys was too preoccupied in her own thoughts to keep

 I had just taken delivery of a brand new ’68 Camero, and my best friend Bob and I were cruising looking for some girls.  Suddenly I had a brain wave.  “Hey, Bob, want to go bowling?”  I said turning my car down the main street of the city where we live.  “Sure, I’m game!”  He said spying two girls walking down the street.  “Hey, pull over!”   I pulled up beside the girls and he rolled the window down.  Before he could speak we realized the girls were jail bait.  Giggling we pulled away from the curb.

This won’t be an easy story to share, but it is something that happened that i will never forget. My mom would roam about the house at times freely in her bra and panties when I was a youngster. The bra never did anything for me, but it was the sight of her in her panties that truly excited me sexually. I must have been around 11 when I started sneaking in her room and poaching her panties for my own pleasure. I’d put them on and masturbate into them. I was careful to wash them and

I was 15 and on this occasion I was staying for the week-end with a schoolmate and his divorced mother. On a Sunday morning my mate did a milk round and did not get home until around lunchtime. I got up around 9.30 and came down to the breakfast table. My mate’s mum Carol was already up and moving around the house. I sat at the table in the kitchen and the ironing board was up and there was a clothes maiden up next to me with clothes and some slips and knickers on it. I knew

My love for panties and lingerie began at an early age. I guess I was about five when my mom used to make me wear my older sisters panties when all of mine were in the laundry. I cant figure out why, but I began to get erections everytime my mom would put the little yellow nylon panties on me. I remember playing house with my sister and cousin but this would just involve wearing a slip over my trousers. My mom would giggle when she saw me this way but my passion for lingerie was very

by JAS ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 3 RACHEL’S JOURNAL – SUMMER SOLSTICE 195_ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Morning – Great Expectations Today I’m 18.  It’s a wonderful morning and I’m so happy and excited because it’s my special party this evening.  Mom and dad are taking my brother James and me to a dinner dance at the best hotel in the area and I’ve been looking forward to it for weeks.  My brother’s friend Charlie is coming.  He and James are home from university for the Long Summer vacation.  My best friend Yvonne is joining us so we’ll all have partners for