We get into my room , I lock the door. In mins we are both naked. You sit on my bed and pull me onto your lap. I moan as we kiss as your hands are roaming all over my aching body. I run my hands through your hair pulling you closer to me. I cant get enough of you. You lay me back , I hold my legs wide open giving you full access to my hot wet aching pussy and ass. You go down on me like no other. You take your time teasing and tasting me. I feel 2 fingers going in and out driving me crazy as I move closer to your face. Then your tongue teases my clit making me cum hard. My body shakes. You enjoy tasting me then you cum up to share my juices with me. I kiss your body down to your cock. I lick and suck enjoying your cock in my mouth. I moan as you explode deep in my throat. My hands are roaming your chest as you cum.

\"The amateurs get to do more and get more done to them; they don\'t have to follow the house rules\" Amber (surely not her real name) informed the small group of attentive and somewhat nervous women gathered to discuss amateur night at the strip club. Also in the room were several husbands and boyfriends, acting nonchalant but clearly excited and perhaps unsure. This club, aptly named \"Pole Position\", does an amateur night twice a month and with excitement and trepidation we planned our trip to include one of these wonderful Wednesdays. My wife Donna is an executive in sales with a big company, we have two kids, and she had never done anything like strip or dance professionally. But we have an active fantasy life, have done a few wild things in our fifteen years of marriage, and this one emerged as the next big thrill.\n\nAfter a few days as tourists, including a few peeks into some adult clubs, it was Wednesday, and in the late afternoon there was a women\'s-only pole dance workout followed by a sign-up and pep talk by Amber. If you wanted you could be a spontaneous walk on at night, but if you were at the workout you got Amber\'s perspective, and you got juiced up with anticipation. I chatted with some of the other men (and boys, really) in the outer lobby while the girls did their workout on the stage, and then they let us in for the talk. She explained that the girls were safe, that the action was monitored. If a girl showed some distress she would be helped. Otherwise, she could enjoy. She explained that the tables were as sturdy as the stage and could be stood on, stretched out on, et cetera.\n\nWe had made love every night this trip, now 3 nights in a row. Back at the hotel we went at it again like animals. We spoke to each other while we fucked. \"Do you want me to get off the stage and do lap dances?\" \n\n\"Yes\". \n\n\"Will you want to see other men touch my tits?\" \"My cunt?\" \n\n\"Yes.

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I have masturbated while driving my car on occasion. It's the perfect activity to break up an otherwise long and boring road trip. Usually the brief sighting of a young, attractive female driving by is enough to get a session started. nnOne summer afternoon, while driving south on I-85, I spotted a young girl in a pickup truck pass me on my passenger side. She had her window rolled down and her music turned up. Her long, blond hair was blowing wildly in the wind and her sun kissed arm was resting on the window ledge. I looked up at her as she passed and for a brief moment our eyes connected. She smiled down at me in my four-door sedan and sped on. nnHer smile was all it took to stimulate me on this otherwise boring stretch of road, and I tenderly reached down into my shorts to assess my situation. Even in the south where I'm from, you don't see too many attractive females driving pickup trucks on the highway. Surprised to find my cock growing at such a rapid pace, I shifted in my seat for a more comfortable grip. I began pulling gently at my now rock hard shaft while swerving erratically to change lanes with my free hand. Something about this girl compelled me to catch another glimpse and I needed to get ahead of the slower car in front of me if I was going to catch her again soon. nnShe was driving rather fast, and catching up to her began to seem like a daunting task. Slower traffic was working against me, and of course I was driving almost exclusively one-handed. As I sped and swerved onward, I began stroking myself faster and more erratically. A sense of urgency to catch up to her began to build inside me. Another smile from her just might push me over the edge, and the thought of her possibly seeing me touching myself made me even more excited.nnAt that moment I decided that's exactly what I wanted to happen. I wanted her to see me stroking my cock for her.

It\'s been a while since I last wrote. Some it because this was kind of weird and I had to get myself sorted out before I tried to write about it. This really had me freaked for a while. I had to take a week of vacation (I told my boss I had some family issues and she said sure). I finally spilled my guts to my therapist a little while back and she told me to slow down or I might get really, really hurt.\n\n--- A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away ---\n\n(okay, not that far and not that long ago)\n\nJackie hammered on the door right on time. If you had had 8 hours of sleep. I only had about 4, but what the hell. We were headed for the airport for a short hop to?\n\nJackie had said to pack a bag for a couple of days, and at least one hot outfit. Really hot, but lots of pieces. I had packed the white bra and bikini panties. A short skirt and very thin blouse. We\'d only be gone until Friday afternoon, so I packed a pair of jeans and a casual sort of blouse, some plain undies and a night shirt.\n\nJackie was there in some \"neat\" slacks and some sort of polo shirt. I had on jeans and a sort of thin denim short sleeve shirt.\n\nWe both headed out to ABIA and park in the off-site with the metal roofs. Better than those tents, and worth a little extra. As usual, the shuttle was right behind us and we walked on board with our carry-ons.\n\nWe walked past the counter (no checked bags, remember?

Maria is a freshman in college, attending a prestigious University located in the center of the Midwest. Being an accounting major she had to bust her ass to make straight A's like she did in high school. Growing up in a small town on the out skirts of large city, Maria enjoyed the social life that college had to offer. In high school she was pretty shy and quiet, she had her close friends but never did anything bad like stay out all night or come home drunk. She was daddy's little girl, oldest of five other siblings she had to set a good example. Since the fall she had made many new friends and been to all sorts of parties all over town. Most of the time working on her homework or working at her part time job at a local dry cleaners kept her busy, except for maybe Friday or Saturday night when she might go off to a kegger for a few hours and hang out. nnMaria, being a cute Caucasian girl stands about five feet three inches tall. She has long straight blonde hair that went slightly past her shoulders, light aqua colored eyes, and because of a nearby tanning salon was very tan even in the winter time. Her face has high cheekbones and a little nose; you can easily tell she was of Swedish descent. Her body was better than average but she wasn't perfect cheerleader or dance team material. She weighs around one hundred and forty pounds. Having a bit of a tummy, some meaty thighs and a little jiggle her hips and her butt is a little bigger than she wished. Even so she wasn't bad to look at and got plenty of looks and cat calls on the weekends.nnStill being a pretty shy person she didn't wear anything to revealing out into public, mostly University hoodies or some sort of sweater that covered up her C cup sized tits. She did like wearing her jeans nice and tight, which accented her ass. She hadn't met many guys except for the few on her floor; she had a boyfriend back home until about two weeks ago. She couldn't manage her time well enough between school and the relationship so they decided to go on a break. Maria was pretty sure it was for the best; her ex was a bit controlling and not very understanding. But taking a full load of classes she didn't think she had much time for boys yet.

Life is pretty good these days. The kids are old enough to virtually look after themselves, and business is booming. I manage my own real estate agency, and Steve works full time as well. We are fortunate enough to be able to holiday together each year, and I have just bought a new, sexy Mercedes convertible. The hard work I have put in over the last ten years or so has paid off and I feel quite happy that at this stage of life we can afford ourselves a few little luxuries. One of the things we like to do is to enjoy ourselves sexually. We spend a bit on making sure we appreciate each other, and take the time to make sure our sex life is never boring nor ignored.\n\nSteve and I love to .well.play! I am truly bisexual as you all know, and this little story is about a wonderful experience we had recently with a couple who have moved in just down the road. Tracey is a curvy brunette with amazing long, wavy hair and a set of boobs to die for. Her husband, Max, is a computer programmer, and works for a big software gaming company. He is your classic geek, but a lovely guy and he certainly earns enough to keep Tracey in the manner she is accustomed. I haven\'t asked but I would guess Tracey is about 35 and Max a little older.\n\nI am now in my early forties, and Steve is a year younger than me, and keeps in shape. I am still in pretty good shape too, and my measurements are still curvaceous, at 36C-27-35. My real estate business keeps me pretty busy even though I have just employed Nadine to manage day to day operations. As a result, when we party, Steve and I like to enjoy ourselves to the limit. Our kids are now both at university so we have our lives back enough to be able to get out and enjoy the things that turn us on.