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  • The Picnic Blanket

    The Picnic Blanket
    Jun 30 2025
    Two guys, two girls, a camping picnic on the beach. By Cybotic. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. This was her Friday. Rosalie was looking forward to two days off. There was a movie on Netflix she’d been planning to see. Her bathroom needed some painting. She had been thinking of getting a cat. As she sat, sipping coffee in the break room, eating her jalapeno tuna fish sandwich, her phone rang. Irritated, she checked the number. Her friends all knew better than to call her during work hours. But this was Celia, her next-door neighbor. They weren’t especially close, but they did enjoy each other’s company. They had started a garden on the apartment building’s rooftop. And Celia had a key to Rosalie’s apartment in case of emergencies. “What’s up?” Rosalie asked. “I got invited on a camping picnic. Two guys from my hometown visiting for the weekend. But I don’t feel comfortable being the only girl. Would you be interested in joining us?”Rosalie thought about it. A picnic sounded fun. “Where? And what’s a camping picnic?” “Carmichael Beach. A camping picnic means no tents, no sleeping bags, no fishing, no living off the land. We take some blankets, some already prepared food. We eat. We get drunk. We fall asleep on the beach. You in?” “I’m at work. If you can wait until I get off, then I’ll go.” “Fabulous,” Celia said. “And you don’t have to hurry. We’re still getting ready.” “Grab anything you need from my apartment. I’ve got some old blankets and some Spam and tuna and rum.” “Perfect. See you in few hours.” Rosalie went through the rest of her shift in a slight haze, already thinking about the trip to the lake. She hadn’t been on a picnic in ages. One of the customers threw a little fit right before closing time because he wasn’t allowed to enter the store without a mask. Instead of arguing, they just locked the door early and shut down. Rosalie got home fifteen minutes earlier than usual. She changed out of her work clothes, packed a backpack with some necessities, and jumped in Celia’s car. And they were on the road ten seconds later. “So, who are these guys?” Rosalie asked. “Old boyfriends?” “No. Friends of my brothers. When I was a teenager, I had giant crushes on both of them. But I was just the pesky little sister of Frank. But now I’m living in the big city and once or twice a year, these guys come out for some fun and girls and maybe a little business.” “So, this is a summer holiday trip?” “Exactly,” Celia said. “And you’re not hooking up with either one?” “No… but…” “Yes?” Rosalie asked. “Is there one you’re interested in?” “I’m still interested in both of them. Either one of those boys can have me with a snap of his finger. I’ve been too shy to encourage them. But if, by some miracle, you see me trying to get close to one of them, I would appreciate it if you would distract the other.” “Distract how?” Celia laughed. “That’s up to you. And it goes both ways. If one of them attracts you, go for it. I won’t be jealous. They’ve had lots of girls. Lots and lots of girls. Even close friends of mine. And neither will be sticking around afterward. They’ll go back home and I’ll stay here. No point in being jealous. But if you’re not interested like that, then just talk about music or movies or something.” “Maybe I should know their names first.” “Maybe so,” she said. “Jason and Charles. Jason is the one with the military buzzcut. Charles shaves his head.” Celia told a few stories about the two men as they drove out of the city. And Rosalie talked about her own past boyfriends. And as they got to know each other finally, after being neighbors for over a year, Rosalie felt herself relax from the tension of the day, all her work anxieties draining away. By the time they arrived at the lake, Rosalie was already feeling as rested and refreshed as though she’d already had her weekend. This had been a marvelous idea. The boys pulled up in a pickup right behind them and she made herself useful, helping unload. As Jason and Celia built a fire, Rosalie stared out at the lake wistfully. She’d forgotten to bring a swimsuit, but she didn’t want to soak her clothes by going in fully dressed. It was an isolated location, but she didn’t know any of these people well enough to go skinny-dipping in front of them. If nothing else, she’d at least do some wading. Then she turned around, noticed the blanket Celia was spreading out over the ground. Rosalie realized that Destiny had just decided what she’d be doing on this trip. “Why did you bring that blanket?” she asked Celia. “Did I make a mistake? You told me to get anything we might need from your apartment. This seemed like a nice, sturdy blanket, but old enough to not worry about if it got a little stained.” That was true enough, Rosalie thought. It had been stained plenty. “That ...
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  • My Sister’s Best Friend

    My Sister’s Best Friend
    Jun 29 2025
    “It’s okay, you can look all you want," By Fugman. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected. One day just after school had ended, I was relaxing in my family’s pool. My parents were at work and under the impression that I was planning my college future. School had just ended and the last thing that I wanted to do was thing about more school. My sister, who was about a year older than I was, was also enjoying the cool water.My sister Melanie was on her summer break from college, and according to my parents looking for a summer job. She had no intention of working any more than I had intentions of planning a college career. When the phone rang, we both thought it is either Mom or Dad checking up on us, we both argued on who would pick it up. I picked up the phone and was delighted to hear that it wasn’t Mom or Dad, but one of my sisters friends from college. I threw the phone on the chaise lounge and jumped in the pool, my sister, rather disgusted that she would have to leave the cool water to pick up the phone because I wouldn’t bring it to her. “Oh hi Danni, that’s just my waste of space brother, why don’t you come over, my parents aren’t here and the pool is so refreshing,” my sister shooting me a nasty glance, “ okay, don’t forget your suit, Bye.” She hung up the phone and threw the nearby beach ball at my head, “my friend will be over soon, I want you to disappear.” I threw the ball back at her and said “no go, this is my pool too ya know!” “Fine!” she scolded, “but just don’t embarrass me!” I put on my most innocent look and placed my hand on my chest. She just walked away. About fifteen minutes later the doorbell rang and I could hear giggling behind me. I turned around and laid eyes on the most breathtaking beauty that I have ever seen. She was incredible, gorgeous blonde hair, very pretty smile, beautiful long tanned legs, muscular stomach. I couldn’t wait to see her eyes, she was wearing shades that hinted to a mystery, but when she removed them, I couldn’t help but stare into her eyes. She just stared back into my eyes, making my feet start to tingle. My sister said, “this is Danni,” as I felt my heart jump. “Hi Danni,” I went back to swimming on my end of the pool. I didn’t want to be too obvious that I was hiding a huge erection in my trunks. The phone rang and my sister answered it, put a few words in and then hung up. I could tell it was either Mom or Dad by her reaction, “what’s up sis?” Melanie said it was Mom and that she has a job interview in twenty minutes. I said “good luck” like any other pesky younger brother would say. She told Danni that it was okay if she wanted to hang out in the pool until she got back, she then glanced at me and said, “behave.” I couldn’t hide my grin as Melanie walked into the house to get dressed. A few minutes later I heard the car scream out of the driveway. Danni came over to where I was and said, “so now it’s just you and me now huh bro?” I grinned and she returned the smile, and what a smile it was, it lit up her whole face, it was the kind of smile that would stop traffic on the freeway at five o’clock. I guess I kind of got lost in it, because she told me, “you can wipe up the drool now.” About all I could stammer out was an “I’m sorry.” “It’s okay, you can look all you want, I don’t mind, I am actually very attracted to you as well!” I reached over and pulled her in for a kiss, she did not resist, in fact she didn’t seem to want the kiss to end. I moved my tongue in and out of her mouth as she responded by licking my tongue with her own and pushing her tongue into my mouth as well. The passion kept climbing as her hands were pulling me closer and closer, when she suddenly stopped. “What’s this, as she reached under the water and grabbed the front of my trunks.” I must of looked scared to her because she looked at me and said, “it’s okay as long as this for me.” I said, “of course it is, I have been this way since I first saw you walk through the porch door.” Danni smiled again and said, “good, because I’m really horny now and I need you bad.” She reached down and pulled my trunks down to my ankles, lifted off her bikini top and crushed her breasts against me as she went back to kissing me passionately. I fumbled to reach the ties at her hips that would release the bikini bottoms, so that I could see her in all of her naked glory. The sun, the water, her body all of these I was loving. I couldn’t wait for her to touch me, I couldn’t wait to touch her. I reached my hand between us and found her stomach, I slowly moved my hand south until I found her belly button, I played with the ring there and then moved south again. My hand felt her soft hair, flowing in the water, tickling my fingers as I explored. When I finally reached my destination...
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  • My Wife, The Model?

    My Wife, The Model?
    Jun 28 2025
    My wife took out her lingerie and said, “Where do you want me?” I pointed to the window sill.

    By Fugman. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.


    I have always joked to my wife, that she should be a model, she is a very young attractive thirty two year old with a body of a gymnast. Kristen, takes great pride in her appearance and works very hard keeping up her figure. With all of the joking aside, I could imagine her in a little frilly teddy posing for pictures to some European photographer that doesn’t know any English except “Beautiful.”

    This is a dream that I have often fantasized with my wife about, she always said that she would never pose for pictures for anyone but me. One day when Kristen was at work, I went out and rented a nice professional . camera with all of the attachments, a few lights, and I even had our friend Cassandra come over to help me out. Cassie is a professional beautician, and she agrees that Kristen should be a model.

    It was party Cassie’s plan to get Kristen all made up and then take pictures of her. I knew that we couldn’t take pictures of her with our house, which looks like a shack on its best day, so I went downtown and rented a luxury suite for the night. When Kristen came home from work, Cassie was already there, and she told her that Kristen was going out for a night on the town and wear something sexy and pack an overnight bag.

    I was adjusting the lighting when my beautiful wife and Cassie showed up. Kristen couldn’t believe all of the trouble that I went through to pull this off, I looked at Cassie and said “thanks, Kristen Looks incredible.”

    Cassie said thanks and instructed Kristen to show her the Pictures when it’s all said and done. My wife took out her lingerie and said, “Where do you want me?” I pointed to the window sill and said, “Beautiful!” in my best European accent. She laughed and started to pose, I snapped picture after picture, saying “Beautiful,” with every snap. I must have gone through about four rolls of thirty five millimeter, when Kristen started removing her clothes. Step by step, her body started becoming more visible to me, I tried to stay in character, “Beautiful, Beautiful.”

    Once Kristen was naked in front of me, I kept snapping pictures, more and more, close-ups, different angles, I couldn’t get enough of her. The clicking of the camera was inspiring Kristen to perform, her inhibitions were dropping and she was becoming more and more erotic. Her fingers were exploring her body, her breasts, her stomach, her buttocks, that’s when one hand dropped between her legs. Her head tilted back, “snap, snap,” moving her hand back and forth between her legs, “snap, snap.”

    Breathing heavier and heavier, the camera clicking as my wife, Mrs. Conservative was masturbating in front of some European photographer who kept saying, “Beautiful, Beautiful.”

    When she was getting closer and closer to her orgasm, her hands were moving faster and faster, her breathing getting deeper and deeper. I kept trying to stay in character, but every now and then a “wow” would escape my lips. Here is my wife moaning and moaning in front of me and I just kept taking pictures. When she screamed out her orgasm and laid down on the window sill, I took a few more pictures and then I packed up the gear and made my exit saying, “Beautiful!” about a hundred times. I had the film developed the next day and I can only imagine the expressions on the guys faces who developed the film. Watching my wife, picture by picture masturbating in front of them, I wonder if they said, “Beautiful, Beautiful!”

    By Fugman for Tumblr.
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  • Laying Pipe: Part 2

    Laying Pipe: Part 2
    Jun 28 2025
    Laying Pipe: Part 2John continued finding the depths of his neighbors.

    By Bitterjohnzim. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.


    Beth crossed the dark guestroom and slapped me, snapping her hand across my left ear and cheek. I reeled away, half-falling to the bed. I caught her second swing, outlined, now, by the exterior lights.

    “Beth!” I exclaimed and she stopped straining to strike me. “What the hell are you doing?”

    Initially, she was silent, struggling to pull her arm from my hand. We both heard the low drone of the shower in the bathroom and she hissed at me, “You were mine.” I pushed her away and flipped the light switch by the veranda door. A lamp on either side of the bed flickered to life. In the low light of the guestroom, I knew how I would look, naked, muscular and hairy, cock still slick from congress with her daughter. Beth, a gorgeous brunette, was flush, her face red and the magnificent swell of her breasts heaving beneath a fitting tan top.

    Dark skinny jeans cupped her curves and legs, the outfit terminating functionally in dark tennis shoes

    “You’re Tom’s.” I stated simply, laying a calming hand on the woman’s shoulder.

    A flash in her eyes- she was honestly angry, “We have an arrangement. Lacey, obviously, isn’t a fucking part of it.”

    Shit. They were in an open marriage. She’d just been fucking around teasing me, before. Uh, until I put it to their daughter.

    “Beth, she’s an adult, we had some fun, there’s no reason to be tense, I’m just your friend.” I defended myself.

    Oh, man, that was the wrong thing to say. Beth jerked, and snagged my wavering dick. Twisting sharply, she demanded, “How are you my friend? We trusted you as a neighbor, I, might, have wanted to screw you, and I catch you fucking my daughter? Is that what friends do?”

    A moment after the sudden pain started, I wrapped a thick hand around Beth’s throat and pushed her onto the bed. Her hand tightened until I squeezed her neck and both of her hands flew to my grip. The hot surge of adrenaline had me hard, and I momentarily felt the coarse denim of Beth’s jeans beneath my cock. I was, now, choking a woman who had twisted my dick- after finding me nutting her daughter. What the fuck is my life?

    I pressed Beth into the bedding and she made, the single horniest noise I’ve ever heard from a woman. Somewhere between a groan and a purr, she glared at me through lusty eyes. Her breathing was fast and straining. Her flushed cheeks and expression rattled a memory of a deeply submissive former partner. I suddenly suspected Beth had been out on the twilight veranda longer than her surging, violent response implied.

    Listen to the rest of this story on the audio file.

    By Bitterjohnzim for Literotica
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  • Weekend Servicing

    Weekend Servicing
    Jun 27 2025
    Just another (not) normal day at work. by IwishIweredreaming. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. Saturdays at work were terrible. It was almost always a pointless day. You’d think it would be an easy day since it’s only a four hour shift, but you would be wrong. Most Saturdays we would only have four cars scheduled and it was almost always just inspection or oil changes. Which would generally leave either a two to three hour gap at the end of the day which always dragged on. Or the cars would be spaced out by a half hour or so and there was still a long gap at the end of the day. In either case it was a long four hours to sit there staring out the window. There usually isn’t even any eye candy to stroll by the parts window. The Saturday shift just plain sucked.When David got to work that morning he went through his normal routine of logging into his computer and signing into everything. After he was all signed in, he walked across the breezeway to the service department to see who was working that morning. He was happy to see it was Zelda. Zelda was a perky twenty-something who most likely got hired primarily because of her looks. She was right around five and a half feet, with dirty blonde hair that when out of it’s normal sloppy bun reached down to the middle of her back. She was very petite and David guessed she was maybe one hundred and ten pounds. She had these perky B cups that the tight fitting uniform shirt she wore accentuated perfectly. Today she was wearing a pair of black yoga pants that lifted her tiny round peach of an ass even higher. David, being forty one and divorced never really gave her much of a second glance since he assumed she would never go for a guy like him. Plus he never liked to shit where he ate. He had learned the hard way when he was much younger that getting into a fling at work is just a big mistake. David walked through the automatic doors and stood at the counter. “Morning’.” He said, throwing her a small, sideways smile. “Good Morning!” Zelda said in her normal happy tone. “How are you today Davey?” She continued, throwing him a big toothy grin. “Aww, ya know, normal old guy stuff. I creak and pop when I stand up, especially this early in the morning.” “You aren’t that old. What are you, thirty eight? Maybe nine.” “I’m forty one,” he said with a low chuckle. “How many do we have on the schedule for today?” “Um, four. One oil change, one inspection slash emissions, and two buff and shines.” “So, I get to pull one little oil filter today. So glad I got up at the ass crack of dawn for this.” David said as he started to walk towards the door to go back into parts. “Awww, yeah, but then you wouldn’t be here with me silly!” She said as she leaned slightly over the counter. When she rested her elbows on the counter he couldn’t help but notice that her shirt must have caught on something because it was pulled down and her left breast had popped up and he could see her nipple. He felt his dick tighten ever so slightly in his tight boxer briefs. “Yeah, I guess not,” he said as he walked through the doorway. Once back inside the parts office he adjusted his dick as he sat down. He still had the image of that perky little tit on his mind. She had the tiniest, cutest little nipple with barely any areola. The soft pinkness of it was a stark contrast to the tan tone of her breast, and the rest of her body for that matter. Clearly she either went to a tanning salon or sunbathed topless. He wondered if she had no tan lines down below and his cock stiffened a little bit more. He adjusted it by grabbing it and moving it to lay against his right leg. When the fabric of his boxers slid across his cut cock it felt so good and he felt a drop of precum form. Why the fuck am I so damn horny all of a sudden? He asked himself. Get your shit together David. You are at work and she is almost half your age. He was snapped out of it by a car pulling into the service drop off area. The squeal of the tires on the polished concrete grated on his nerves as it made its way around the corner and came to a stop directly in front of the parts window. Inside was the meanest looking old man who just looked like he was born miserable. I feel bad for Zelda if this guy is in some kind of mood, he thought to himself as he stood up to walk to the shelf to grab an oil filter, his only one for the day, and walked it out to the lone technician there. He dropped it on the tool box and proceeded to walk outside to grab a quick smoke before he sat down and did nothing for the rest of the miserable day. As he sat outside and smoked his cigarette he tried to take his mind, which had wandered back to Zelda’s perky little tit, off of such things by scrolling through Facebook. It wasn’t working. The way she leaned forward and appeared to be throwing herself towards him had gotten a rise out of him. His cock was still a little stiff and sensitive....
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  • Young Bride: Given In Marriage.

    Young Bride: Given In Marriage.
    Jun 26 2025
    Cecily is a young woman who will get married. by Lady_Mary. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Chapter 1 I grew up in a very conservative family. My father was the boss in the family business, which was created by his father, which was my grandfather. My mother took care of the house and the children, whatever else she wanted to do the approval had to be given by my father. A wife was to be her husband’s adornment and calling card; I, my sisters and brothers were brought up with this motto. Cecily? Father is calling you. I was pulled out of the activity by the voice of one of the brothers, Arthur. I am on my way. I nod as I put my knitting aside. I run it over the fabric of my blue dress a few times to smooth it out and present myself impeccably in front of my father. My father was a traditionalist. Together with our mother they took care of our impeccable dress. Especially the girls. Our dresses, because that was all we could wear, usually reached our ankles or mid-calf. Anything shorter was inappropriate. Tights were also compulsory. My family believed that ladies from good homes should always have them.I nod in respect as I enter my father’s study. He sits in his swivel leather-covered chair, looking as perfect as ever in his suit trousers and white shirt, ironed by my mother. He said in a cordial tone, indicating a chair for me to sit down, then said; “Mother praises you immensely, you have become a great help to her. I am extremely pleased about that.” “ Thank you, Father. Praise always makes me happy.” I said with a smile. “Therefore,” Father puts the stack of papers aside. “I thought you were mature enough to think about your household”. “My household?” I repeated in surprise. I felt my face turn white. “This is what awaits every woman. I thought my mother and I had instilled this in you all.” The man walks around the desk and sits on its edge almost beside me so that he can brush his fingertips against my cheeks. “You are our great pride. You will be the same for your husband. Lucky him.” “So… who will it be?” I ask timidly. “You will find out in time. You will like it. Of that I am certain.” Father blinks one eyelid at me. “First the engagement and a few… procedures involved.” “Procedures?” I asked. “Your mother will prepare you. You have nothing to fear. Well… That is all. You may return to your duties, my child.” “Thank you, father.” I bow my head before I leave my father’s office. My preparations for the nuptials began almost immediately… although I did not know to whom I would be married. I also still didn’t know anything about the procedures I was to go through and my father had mentioned them. “The doctor will be with you shortly, lie still, my lady.” The maid instructed me. In fact, there was nothing wrong with me, but it was necessary for the engagement to be announced. That is what mother and one of my brothers said. So I was fulfilling a commitment. I lay in my huge bed, dressed in something like a nightdress, but much shorter than a standard one, for here the linen material ended above my knee. I didn’t wait too long as the door to my room soon opened. I saw a man with blonde hair and at first sight he was two heads taller than me. He placed his brown leather bag on the table that was next to the bed. “Lady Cecily? I’m doctor Mason. I am here to confirm your readiness for the sacrament of marriage. I understand that this is your first examination of this kind, but I assure you that you have nothing to fear.” The young doctor sent me a weak smile. “ At first, I ask you to move down toward the base of the bed and spread your legs.” “What? “ I could not believe what I had just heard. Red was on my cheeks almost immediately. “Lady Cecily. It would be far better for yourself to do it voluntarily. Neither of us wants it to be unpleasant, do we?” he warned. I obediently move down and spread my thighs. I seek solace in looking at the ceiling of my bedroom. It was decorated with hierubines that were supposed to watch over the cleanliness and good conduct of the girls. “Wider. Lady Cecily, I will have to say a word to your father and husband-to-be. None of them will be pleased.” “Excuse me… I never… “ I’m at a loss for words, but I spread my legs as he asks me. This contributes to the material of the garment falling up over my stomach and the man can now see my femininity. “It’s very nice…” I feel the touch of a stranger’s single fingers on me. In a place so carefully hidden. The blonde man takes a seat on the stool between my legs. “I can see the hymen. It is not too thin That’s good. Your spouse will be pleased with this gift. Are you sinning?” “Am I sinning?” I ask almost in a whisper. “Have you ever touched yourself in a sinful way? In places… that you shouldn’t have? Don’t lie. I’m a representative of the church. God listens and can punish....
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  • One Every Hour

    One Every Hour
    Jun 25 2025
    I got another text from her, “Enjoying yourself?” based on a post by Fugman; narrated by Andrew; Welcome To Connected Podcast By Fugman. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected. We’ve been married now for just a few years, Samantha and I. We’ve enjoyed a healthy and exciting sex life so far, with twists and turns every once and a while. I never could have expected what would happen one spring day that Sam was home while I was working.Sam got up with me that morning, made breakfast for me while I took my shower and shaved. I finished up, ate breakfast, gave her a kiss and I was on my way to work. I was out at the car as she came to the driveway with just a skimpy white shirt and her black lace panties, “I love you baby, see you tonight,” “I love you too! I said as I got in the car. Once I arrived at work, I looked at my phone and noticed I had a new message from Sam, “Enjoy you’re ‘One Every Hour,’ I Love You!” I scratched my head as I didn’t know what she meant at the time. It exactly nine o’clock, she texted me again, this time it was a picture of her, black and white, sexy as hell, just her with her glasses on and with a pencil suggestively between her lips. I was still looking at the picture of my wife when the phone buzzed in my hand, “Just an hour til the next one.” I couldn’t get it out of my head, I tried to concentrate on work. I was nervous of what she was planning for me throughout the day, because my office has clear glass walls and my desk is clearly visible to the entire office. Still, I couldn’t wait until the next image. My phone buzzed again at ten o’clock, another black and white picture, this one just showed her black panties around her ankles. I can only think, maybe I should go home early? I texted her, “do you need me to come home?” “Don’t you dare, you need to work all day!” I was disappointed but excited by the prospects as the day rolled on. I messaged her again, “Are you sure you don’t want me to come home?” “No, and stop texting me, just enjoy your ‘One Every Hour” and I will see you tonight.” I anxiously awaited whatever came in the next hour. Minutes dragged on forever, my mind was definitely not at the office, it was definitely elsewhere. I thought to myself I am going to go home at lunch, but then I couldn’t wait to see how the day played out. “Buzz” my phone indicated it was eleven, again a black and white picture, this one, my wife’s gorgeous bare backside as she retrieved the laundry from the dryer. I think she must have used the timer, this was no selfie, this was taken at a distance. Wow, this day sure was going to be interesting. “One Every Hour?” I was never going to get any work done. Lunch time, and my phone went off again, I grabbed it as soon as I could, anxiously awaiting the next black and white image of Sam, each one was more revealing than the last. Oh man, I love this woman, in this picture, she was standing with her backside in front of the wide-open window in our bedroom, holding a very sheer white sheet in front of her, I could tell she was completely naked. The outline of her nipples, the curve of her body. The way she stood with her legs slightly open, I could make out the shape of her pubic region. This picture was again from a short distance, and with her hand on the sheet, it was no selfie! About twenty minutes later, I got another text from her, “Enjoying yourself?” “Hell Yes, Baby! I can call it a day and come home if you want!” Another quick reply, “No! That’s against the rules!“ The phone buzzed again “Stop texting me!” I did what I was told, I resisted the urge, no matter how hard it was, to go home early. I tried to work, checked my emails, tried to think about anything other than what was going on at my house without me. Every time I thought of the previous picture, I would harden again. I didn’t know where she was going with all of this, but I was happily enjoying the ride. 12:53, I had the phone in my hand awaiting the next message. The anticipation of what was coming next was soon to be answered. Would I get to see her gorgeous naked body yet, I was already hard and finding it difficult to sit still as the minutes slowly passed. 12:59, come on, one more minute, the clock struck one and nothing happened, no message; come on now, what is going on? No picture? You can’t do that to me, you just can’t! I put the phone down, discouraged and upset, unsure of what was happening. The phone finally went off at 1:10 pm with a new text, no picture! “Are you Anxious?” I could tell, she was having fun with me. “Baby, I might as well come home, it’s not like I am doing anything remotely connected to work!” “Sorry, with a wink emoji!” 1:15, I finally got my next picture. She was now in the bathroom, standing in the shower, holding the sheet still, however this sheet was absolutely clinging to her every curve. The water trickled over ...
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  • Laying Pipe: Part 1

    Laying Pipe: Part 1
    Jun 23 2025
    John finds the depths of his neighbors. By Bitterjohnzim. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. My neighbors, Tom and Beth, had lived on the other side of the garden wall with their three children for 22 years. With their youngest, Lacey, off to college, they'd invested their time in renovations that had recently escalated to a full reconstruction of their sprawling Victorian. According to Tom, half the plumbing leaked and the other half was lead, so it all had to go. Being a good neighbor, and valuing the occasional invite to their holiday parties, I graciously offered access to my house while they waited on the plumbing work, specifically leaving the veranda doors of a guest room unlocked for their free use.Of course, by nature of thick walls and good door fitment, there were accidents. While Tom was clockwork with a morning constitutional and an evening shower, a timing I enjoyed, frequently haranguing him into joining me for morning coffee, Beth tended towards crossing the yard at much more unpredictable times, and often very late at night. It was the second time she stopped me in the hall, naked but for a very thin, green and gold, silk bathrobe, silhouetted in the dark passage by the guest room's lamps, and asked for some odd linen or toiletry- that I suspected there might be more. The third time, nearly midnight, with hair wet and skin goosing, the magnificent swell of her breasts capped with nipples straining spectacularly beneath that silk, she found me at my kitchen table and asked, "John, do you have any more soap?"After a consciously indecent pause, I cleared my throat and stood, gesturing back down the hall behind her to the guest room. "Sure." In the spare bathroom, I opened a drawer with a collection of wrapped soap bars, castille to a red box of lava. She plucked a bar of inoffensive herbal soap and flashed me a bright, green-eyed smile, "Thanks."In an instant, she peeled the bars wrapper and the green gold robe. A glimpse of her pendulous breasts, a bald vulva, and she was stepping into the shower, damp brunette hair dark against evenly tanned skin. She half turned as she stepped behind the glass wall of the shower, smiled brightly again, the half twist showing off a toned core over her motherly hips to good effect, and dismissed me, "That's all." I allowed myself another indecent pause, watching the older woman slip back beneath the hot rain of the shower, before retreating to my bedroom to text every hookup and notably horny ex I could find in my contacts.Having been teased by a righteous MILF, and then striking out brutally and in a thirty mile radius, I was baffled the next morning when Tom, his hair still wet and coffee mug in hand, standing in my kitchen roughly where his wife had mere hours ago, was begging a bit of patience from me for their renovations. Beth had insisted on replacing every fixture with period items or exacting replicas- which were, now, only cast in a small foundry in Italy, and took weeks to deliver- normally, but this was 2020, and the world was insane. He laughed, saying he'd start chipping in for coffee.The spectre of Beth haunting my guest room for months more twisted something insatiable in me. Both 51, Tom was a great looking guy and his wife was a bombshell. As raucous and horny as their holiday parties tended to be, I was, now, stuck, hoping, my neighbors were swingers, because someone was getting fucked if they kept showing up naked in my house.Naturally, I promised Tom it was no problem, and they were welcome as long as they could stand the hike for a bathroom.I was on my back veranda drinking a stiffly spiked cup of black coffee late that afternoon, enjoying the last of the sunlight, barefoot on the warm deck. After the explicit midnight flirtation and explicit blue balling by my short black book (...lots of theoretical promises next week), I was planning the evening's Beth hunt. What was her angle? Was she just in it for the tease, or was she soliciting more? I wanted her, but I suspected this was a game more about her control of our interactions than the sexuality, given how she had chosen to engage me and flatly turned me away.Tom wandered over, announced they were downing hammers for the day, and headed into the house for a quick shower. The sin-pushing bastard I am, I stuffed a Nicaraguan cigar in his mouth and poured him some scotch when he emerged. Tom was a class act, and I knew- I realized- I wasn't going to go further with Beth unless it was confirmed their marriage was open.There was a flash of color around the fence to Tom's and I excused myself inside to pour another cup of coffee and bourbon. I exited back to the veranda to find Tom bickering with his daughter Lacey. "Johnny shared some of his stash with me, I think you said something similar about your friend Able last year? Right before graduation? When I found you melting into the couch?""Dad, tobacco is awful, they're not the same thing, at all."I started to quip, "Well, ...
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