This awkward escapade is something I always remember with sinister pleasure and embarrassment at the same time. I guess it depends who it is I am telling the story to. My mom has a sister Jennifer. She is younger than my mother. My mom is forty five and aunt Jennifer is thirty nine. One of the most thrilling and outrageous aspects of this story is that my aunt is married for a number of years and has a nine year old son. I would not say that aunt Jennifer is as athletic as my mom, but she is definitely one of those good looking "aged to perfection" types of women. She has a nice butt, big boobs, and some tummy fat. I wouldn't say its in any way a turn off at all. She looks hot.nnSo, anyway, aunt Jennifer has a house and a pool. In the summer mom and I don't have much to do so she invites us to her house to have dinner, talk, hang out by the pool, and have some beer or wine. Whenever we come to her house for one of these nights we may bring some food of our own and my aunt will cook something in addition to that. It was June nineteenth and, as expected, aunt invites me and mom to her house because it is Sunday. In addition to that, it was excruciatingly hot and it would be really nice to jump into a cool pool of water.nnIt is four pm. Mom and I get into the car and my mom drives to the aunt's house. As I look outside I see this really hot girl walking by and soon I realize I have a hard on in my shorts. I didn't pay much attention to it, because, like I said earlier, its really hot, and I haven't jerked off for a number of weeks. Just didn't feel like it for some reason.

Liz was so shocked at what Helen and Alex were asking her that she almost dropped her glass on the floor. The couple was staring intently but trying not to pressure her with their faces, making for awkward expressions. Liz didn't notice, as she could not look either of them in the eye for a moment. "I'm sorry," her eyes stared at the table, "I must not have heard you correctly." nn"Yes, you did," a matter of fact statement typical of Helen. "Meet us here, at this time, or don't." Helen slipped Liz a card with a list of time, place, and all sorts of instructions on dress and preparation. The very last item Liz's eyes scanned over was titled "safeword: ___", followed by the words "don't forget it!" That told Liz she had definitely heard them right. nn"Any questions?" Alex asked.nn"Can we negotiate this first?" Liz wanted to make sure the things she really didn't want to do would not be included. Unfortunately Helen and Alex did not grant her such a privilege. nn"Be there or not," Helen reiterated, a sweet smile spreading into her soft voice. "No more questions." Then, to Alex, "it's time to go." As Alex stood to leave he smiled at Liz then gave all his attention back to his wife. nnLiz thought she had heard him whisper, "Yes Mistress," but she couldn't be sure. As they stood up to go Liz was reminded how tall 5'9 was looking at Alex, and how short 5'3 was looking at Helen.

Heavy bass thrummed through Victor's body, mixing with the alcohol and bringing the whole world into sharp focus. He thought that he'd like to stay like this, right here, forever. To simply be lost in the music, letting it set his soul on fire while his mind followed it to another world. yes, this was heaven.nnHe didn't dance, though. He's never felt comfortable. Despite being handsome, fit and totally in love with music, he'd simply never acquired the taste for it. Sometimes with enough to drink and a good enough DJ, he might get out on the dance floor, but only when he was absolutely sure that he was not going to remember it the next day. Everyone else was doing it, but he was still. well. embarrassed.nnSo instead he hung out near the edge of the dance floor, watching as hot bodies swirled and writhed out in front of him. The air was thick with moisture and smoke, lending a kind of surreal haze that the lights only server to compliment, giving the dancers an ethereal quality. nnThis was not necessarily the way most people would spend the day before Valentine's, but he didn't have the worries right now that a lot of people did. With no girlfriend to speak of, and no pressing desire to find another, he was neither out looking for a last minute gift nor wallowing in self-pity. He was just enjoying the music.nn"Hmm, hey there." A voice, low and smoky and full of promise, floated up out of the noise behind him. With the voice came hands, soft and feminine and placing themselves on his shoulders.nn"Uhhh, hey.

Endlich! An diesem Tag war es mal wieder soweit. Endlich wieder Mallorca. Endlich wieder Sommer, Sonne, Saufen. Nachdem ich mir vor zwei Jahren mit ein paar Freunden nach dem Abi zum ersten Mal den Luxus gegönnt hatte nach Mallorca zu fliegen, stand in diesem Jahr für mich nun der Dritte Besuch auf Deutschlands beliebtester Ferieninsel an. Dieses Mal flogen ich und mein bester Kumpel Jens alleine. Ich bin übrigens Christian und war zu der Zeit 20 Jahre alt. nnWir hatten die Reise "Last Minute" direkt am Flughafen gebucht und so ein echtes Schnäppchen gemacht. Somit war noch genügend von der Kohle übrig, die ich mir durch einen Ferienjob in den Semesterferien verdient hatte. Diese Kohle hatte ich beschlossen, wollte ich dieses Mal großzügig auf den Kopf hauen und es mir mal so richtig gut gehen lassen. Die zwei Jahre zuvor hatte ich jeweils eine Freundin zuhause gehabt und na ja was soll ich euch sagen, es gibt nichts dämlicheres als zum Ballermann zu fliegen und nicht frei zu sein, für alle Genüsse, die El Arenal zu bieten hat. In dem Jahr war ich jedenfalls solo gewesen und als wir ca. zwei Wochen vor der Reise zum Flughafen gefahren waren, um die Reise zu buchen, freute ich mich auf zwei Wochen Party total.nnAm Flughafen angekommen, klapperten wir sämtliche "Last Minute"-Schalter ab und ließen und ausführlich Zeit mit der Buchung unserer Reise. Dabei checkten wir schon mal so nebenbei ein bissel die Mädels ab, denn es war ein ziemlich heißer Tag und es gibt doch nichts Schöneres, als Mädels in kurzen Röcken und Tops. Am Ende der Reihe der Reisebüros, war die größte Kundenschlange und wir stellten uns direkt hinter zwei süßen Mädels an, die sich auch erst kurz vor uns in die Reihe gestellt hatten. Jens und ich flachsten ein wenig herum und als die Mädels merkten, dass sich hinter ihnen noch jemand in die Reihe gestellt hatte, drehten sie sich um. Das Mädel, dass direkt vor mir stand, war ziemlich groß. Fast so groß wie ich. Ich bin über 1,90 m groß und ich schätze mal, dass sie in etwa 1,80 m groß war.