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  • Jane Gets Back in the Game: Part 2

    Jane Gets Back in the Game: Part 2
    Feb 4 2025
    Getting it on with Gus.By Buckingbronco33. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories."Chloe will be at Chester's tonight, let's go back to my place." Gus grabbed my hand and pulled me quickly through the crowd and out of the door. I waved to Chloe on the way out and she shot me a wink. When we hit the night air, Gus turned back to me and brought me quickly into him, grabbing my face with his free hand and kissing me deeply. He stepped forward and pressed my back against the apartment wall forcefully. He moaned slightly into my mouth and squeezed me tighter up against him, while his tongue played with mine. As he pulled away, his teeth grazed my bottom limp and I became almost too weak to stand. He pulled my arm over his shoulder, wrapped his around my waist, and headed towards my apartment.I leaned into him and soon his hand began to wander beneath the front of my dress. I cooed as his fingers found my nipple and he pinched it ever so slightly as we walked. I let out a too-loud moan and sank deeper into his side. "Umm, that feels so good," I mumbled to him as he began massaging my tit. "I'm so wet for you..." I admitted, looking up at him as we walked. He smiled and winked at me, and I brought my free arm across my body and grabbed his belt."You're so naughty!" he laughed, pinching my nipple again, which forced me to bury my face in his chest to suppress another moan. "I love touching you like this, and watching you squirm," he whispered into my ear, allowing me to relish in his warm breath on my ear and neck. I brought my hand down slightly and placed my fingers on either side of his obvious erection over his jeans, rubbing up and down along his shaft. He shuddered slightly and let out a soft groan. "Dammit, Jane. I need to get you home. Now."He grabbed my hand and pulled me behind him while he ran the remaining 500 yards to my apartment. He swung me in front of him when he reached my door to allow me to unlock the door. I began searching for my keys in my camera bag, trying to catch my breath from the run to my place, when I feel Gus slide in right behind me. He shifts my ponytail to the side, and brings his hands down to grab my hips, pulling them back towards the raging hard-on stuffed in his jeans. He starts kissing my neck, licking and sucking occasionally, letting one hand rise and slide beneath the front of my dress to massage my tit again. I stop looking and lean back into him. I inhale sharply when his rough thumb runs over my hard nipple while he thrusts his hips forward to push against me more. His kissing becomes sloppier on my neck and he steps me forward against the door, seemingly lost in the moment. I can feel my sex swelling and dripping, begging to be touched. As if he is reading my mind, he whispers "take off your panties," in between sucking on my neck. I quickly shimmy out of my lacy underwear and use one leg to kick them up and grab them in my hand. Gus trails his hands down the front of my thighs. "I need to feel your wetness," he breathes in my ear before sucking my earlobe into his mouth. His left hand slides under my skirt, pulling it up and exposing my cunt to the chilly night air. He brings his fingers closer to my lips before stopping short, teasing me into releasing a begging moan. Finally, his fingers reach my lips and he slide one from the base of my slit slowly to the top, scooping up a finger full of my juices. "Umm" he hums into my ear, "you are soaking wet. That's so fucking sexy." I let out a loud cry as he touches me again, finding my clit within seconds and flicking it back and forth a few times. He pulls his hand away and I whimper. "Open the door," he commands, and I manage to quickly find my keys and get the door unlocked, all with the feeling of his cock pressed against my ass. The minute the door closes, Gus grabs my face with one hand and my waist with the other, and kisses me with a fire. I slide my hands between us and undo this belt, open his pants, and begin trying to pull them off. He steps back to let them fall off, kicks off his shoes and grabs me again for another kiss. I bring his Henley up and over his head, while he leans over to accommodate my shortness. Our breathing is heavy, and when we reunite the feeling of his bare skin against me is maddening. I bring my hand down into his briefs and wrap my fingers around his engorged cock, and slowly start to bring my hand up and down. He is unbelievably thick for such a long cock, what I would guess to be about 7 or 8 inches. He moans into my mouth as I touch him, and grabs the fabric at the back of my neck, bringing it over my head and letting it fall, exposing my tits for the first time.He pulls away from my grip and steps back. "You have something on your leg," he says, gesturing toward my right thigh. I notice a bead of my cunt juice running down my leg, and before I look up again, Gus gets down on his knees and grabs my ass in his hand, then slowly, he licks the spot, and continues licking up ...
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  • Jane Gets Back in the Game: Part 1

    Jane Gets Back in the Game: Part 1
    Feb 3 2025
    Girl was cheated on, finds her groove, after build-up at the party.By Buckingbronco33. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories."Are you almost ready, Jane?" Chloe called through the bathroom door of our shared apartment."Not even close, dude. Remind me why I am doing this again? I just want to stay in tonight and watch Desperate Housewives." I called back, while I sat on the edge of the bathtub, flipped through a magazine, and avoided getting ready. Chloe barreled in, unhappy with my response."Jane, buck up! Archie was a dick and you didn't deserve the way that he treated you, but it has been two months! It is time to get back out there and start experiencing life again. You can't hide in this apartment forever," she said as she moved my legs to sit beside me on the bathtub. I stuck my tongue out at her and continued flipping through the magazine."Girl, cut it out!" Chloe yelled at me while she grabbed at my magazine. I resisted her, and we had a short tug of war with the pages before we both fell into the bathtub, laughing. "Look. Archie is going to be there tonight, but that's no reason for you not to go! Chester just met this guy, and he showed me some Instagram pictures. He is DELICIOUS. You have to come out with us, he is so excited to meet you! Plus, Rachel is expecting you to be there. It wouldn't be a party without good-old Jane!"I had agreed to go to the party at Rachel's forever ago, but that was before. Before the only man I ever loved, had ever been with, fucked some woman in his marketing course. Several times. Enough times that I eventually caught them in the act. Archie said he was sick, so I brought over some chicken soup for him. His roommate let me in; in hindsight, I think he actually felt sorry for me and let me in so the deception would finally end. Anyway, I only needed to see Archie in his typical place on the bottom for about two seconds before it was over for me. The problem was that my whole life had included him. I'd known him all through elementary and Junior high, and we were high school sweethearts, now going to the same school. I think things had been over for a while, but I just don't know how to be single. I feel completely uncomfortable playing a role that isn't "long-term girlfriend". I know that sounds so stupid, and I never wanted to be that way, dependent on someone else. It was just so easy with Archie, we knew each other, and we didn't have to work at it. Maybe that was part of the problem.Chloe has let me mope around for a while now, but I think she is finally getting tired of it. Her boyfriend, Chester, met some guy at the gym, and she has been wanting to set me up with him. Chester is incredible, he loves Chloe so much—the two of them actually make me sick they are so sweet together. But now, with this birthday party that my friend Rachel was hosting for her brother, Archie's old roommate, she was determined. "Show me his picture, then I will decide." I told Chloe indignantly. She pulled up his Instagram in a few seconds, and I have to admit I was impressed. He was damn fine, and it had been a while since I had gotten any. She saw the small smile on my face, and I knew I was doomed."I knew it! I knew you would be into him! Ha! You're coming, no excuses. Now let me do your hair, straight or curly?" She asked devilishly."Straight, so I can pull it up when that room gets too hot," I replied with a huff. I had a new determination—I was going to get laid tonight. Not like I had ever had a one-night stand before, but change is good, right? When Chloe finished my hair, I did something I am sure I will regret. "Chloe, just make me look hot, ok?" Her eyes lit up at that request; she had begged me to let her give me makeovers in the past, and I had outright refused, as I was never one who put a lot of effort into her appearance. Don't get me wrong, I take my health seriously, and swim nearly every morning, which has given me a toned body that works with my petite 5-foot frame. I had always been pretty lean, but since the ice cream portion of my diet has increased due to my breakup, my ass and tits have grown to a size that I am happy with. I had to go up a cup size to a C, and I had a nice little bubble ass. However, I generally left my wavy auburn hair alone, as it was long enough to be a pain to deal with in the morning. I rarely wore makeup because it all came off when I swam anyway, so it seemed like a waste.But now, I wanted to make heads turn, and Chloe was the woman for the job. She had dark hair with straight across bangs and very pale skin, making her appear almost ghost-like, but she rocked the hello out of it, and was always dressed to the nines. She was the stylish one for sure, and had a flair for the dramatic. "You are going to look so sexy!" she yelped at me while she began applying eyeshadow for my smoky eye look. "Your green eyes are going to be popping out of your head!""Is that what the men want these days? Girls who have lost their eyes?" I ...
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  • Marlene’s Academy of Fellatio

    Marlene’s Academy of Fellatio
    Feb 2 2025
    Single Women Seek Instruction In Fellatio Arts.Based on a post by TheDoctah. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.We finished the wine bottle, well what else were we going to do with it? My wife’s straight-laced friends were getting giggly. The four of us had been having a good time.“Spin The Bottle!” they shouted at once, before dissolving into giggles.“You want to play spin the bottle,” I asked. "How’s that going to work? I notice that there are three women and one guy at this party, and the guy is married to one of the women. Or have you all gone gay all of a sudden?”Marlene, my wife, spoke up. “No, honey, we have not gone gay. And I don’t want you having sex with these disreputable sluts, I mean, my best friends. But it’s true, you’re the only boy at the party.”I looked at her two friends. Loraine was tall, a dishwater blond with a slim body, and Roxy. Roxy was a short, buxom Italian cutie who could not help flirting, no matter what.“Okay,” I said, “What’s the idea then?”“Seven minutes of heaven,” Roxy interjected, and everybody took a sip and laughed.“With me,” I wanted to make sure I was understanding this."Well duh,” Marlene said. “We already told you we’re not going gay. And you’re the only male person here.”I gave her a sharp look. “And you’re okay with this,” I asked her."Sure,” she said. “It’s just a game. And I am pretty sure you’ll have a good time.” Understatement of the year. All three women were grinning at me. I asked, “How does this work?”Roxy said; “whoever it points to, they go into the closet for seven minutes and do anything they want. Then they come out and somebody spins the bottle again.“Marlene: "And since there’s one of you, just us girls will spin it, and see who goes in the closet with you.Marlene & I have been married a long time, and I trust that Marlene, same as me, has not been with anybody else for years. Loraine and Roxy were two of my wife’s best friends. But I had never even flirted with either of them.The ladies were seated on the floor. Marlene held the bottle dramatically out in the middle of their circle, looked at both her friends, and gave it a fast spin.It stopped, pointing at Roxy. She’s not the shy type but you could see her take a big swallow."Well, Roxy.” my wife said. “You get seven minutes of heaven with Jacob.”“Yeah,” Roxy said, “You’re sure this is okay?”“Absolutely,” Marlene said. “But look, how about a rule? No fucking in there, okay?”“Okay.” “Okay.” Loraine and Roxy said.“Unless it’s me,” Marlene quipped, and they all giggled.Roxy said, “Okay, here goes.”Now in the hall closet, my ears were ringing, my hands were shaking, my dick was hard. And with Roxy. Are you kidding me?I said, “What are we supposed to –” but Roxy grabbed my head and pulled my face to hers in the dark and opened her mouth and attacked my mouth with her tongue. “Here. let me help you;” she reached behind herself to unsnap her bra and voila, those beautiful breasts fell into my eager hands.She was stroking my cock through my jeans. I could have shot a load right then. I pushed my fingers between her legs and she spread them to let me stroke her over the thin fabric of her pants. Her fingers outlined my penis as they slipped up and down its length, and then we heard a voice call, “That’s six minutes!”Roxy giggled and broke our kiss, reached behind herself and put everything back. I stepped back, hoping my erection would subside before the door opened.“Okay, time!”I turned the knob and pushed the closet door open. Loraine and Marlene were sitting on the floor looking at us. I could see Marlene trying not to look at my face too closely, she was dying of curiosity but covering it well.“You ready for the next spin,” Marlene asked me. I felt she was taunting me. My cock at least was not trying to bust my zipper any more."Sure,” I said. “I win every round.”“Yeah, you do,” the ladies agreed. Another sip of wine, more laughter, and Marlene took up the bottle again.“What happens if he gets the same person twice,” Roxy asked."I don’t see what’s wrong with that,” Marlene said.“Well it doesn’t seem fair,” Roxy said. “I mean, I’m all for going in there again, but it wouldn’t seem right to leave you two sitting out here waiting that long.”Loraine agreed, and Marlene seemed to see the sense of it. She said, “Okay, so the next round it will just be me and Loraine.” Marlene gave the bottle a twist and let it go and it finally stopped, pointing at my wife.“Huh, that’s ironic,” Marlene laughed. “I mean, a guy making out with his own wife, it seems kind of weird.”“Let’s try it,” I said, taking her hand. We went into the closet and I kissed her. “I hope you’re having fun,” she said.“Are you kidding,” I laughed. Marlene Starts a Blowjob ...
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  • Love the Motherland

    Love the Motherland
    Feb 1 2025
    A World War 2 story of compassion, loyalty and love.By FinalStand. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.Both Men and Nations make ware, but only men make love.Introduction: The Nazi Regime was evil; the German Army of the time, the Heer, did horrible things, but in the end armies are made up of ordinary men and this is a story of ordinary men in bad situationsTwo hours before sunset Day 1.Sergeant Heinz Klausenbach pressed himself through the waist deep snow toward the outpost of the neighboring 3rd Battalion. They sat on the extreme north of his own company's position, if you could consider what was left of his command a company. Right now every one of his soldiers was praying to see New Year's Day of 1942, and a prayer was about all they had. The German Wehrmacht was reeling from the massive Soviet Winter offensive and its very existence was in danger.Heinz looked around, trying to get his bearings in the heavy snowfall. He was sure he should have crossed a sentry by now. He checked the bolt on his Mauser rifle; it still worked even in this terrible cold. He snuck up on a figure slumped against as tree. He had on a German helmet so Heinz tapped him and whispered."Hey, don't let your officers find you asleep." The man didn't move. The Sergeant placed a gloved hand on the man's shoulder and was immediately impressed with the cold emanating from him. It bit harder than the lethal winds. Heinz turned the man around and gasped. Even in the cloud-covered failing light the man was an icy blue. He was frozen solid.Heinz didn't want to think about how long the man had to have been out for this to happen. With a sense of dread he pressed on to the last known location of the battalion HQ. He soon came across more frozen corpses. Some looked like they'd died in their sleeps but a few had this look of horror on their faces, as if something had overtaken them.The German came upon the edge of the encampment and slowed down. Nothing seemed to stir in the camp. Heinz endeavored to make it to the battalion radio and relate this disaster. His entire regiment's position was compromised and it was worth his life to save his comrades. As he rounded the main tent and headed for the entrance he found a woman in bare-feet standing over a small clump of frozen men.She had on a loose white gown, cinched at the waist by a black rope. Her skin was alabaster, her hair was waist long, black and seemed to billow about the woman; her lips were a ruddy blue as were her eyes, and her breath came in deep, labored puffs."Comrade," he called out softly in German.The woman turned to face him fully. She was clearly very close to freezing to death. With a moment's hesitation he leant his rifle against the closest tree and tore off his great coat. Steam wafted off his body and the cold intensified as the woman drew close. She was reaching for him when he stepped beside her and wrapped his coat around her chilly shoulders.The woman looked at Heinz in confusion."I know you can't understand me," he continued in German, "but if I don't get you to a fire soon you will die. Let me get you some boots and a spare coat and I'll take you back to me fire."The woman silently regarded him with her dark eyes framed in her classic Slavic features.She seemed to be a very beautiful Russian woman who had experienced a rough time of late. Heinz didn't worry about any of that. If they both stayed out here too long, he would die alongside her. She was so cold it hurt his arm where she grabbed him to steady herself as he put some fur boots on her feet. He took an officer's trench coat and grabbed her chilly hands.The hands felt too bitter to hold so Heinz brought them up to his face and blew hot breath on her. A glimmer of a smile crossed the woman's lips. She said something in Russian, but he hadn't a clue what it was. When the radio proved wrecked he began to drag her back to his own men's position. The woman was careful to follow in the path he stomped through the snow. Twice he stopped to blow again on her freezing hands. Each time she gave that ghost of a smile."Halt," hissed a voice in the twilight."Gunner, I'm back. Get ready to pull back as soon as I give the word," Heinz instructed the private on picket duty."What happened?" he called out carefully. Sound carried far over the snow. "Who is with you?""The 3rd Battalion is gone," Heinz whispered back. "She's the only one I could find.""They left us? The bastards," Gunner growled."No, they are all dead. I didn't find anyone alive this side of the HQ. We need to get the hell out of here," the Sergeant said.Heinz led the woman to his own little command post. His lieutenant had gone to his own battalion HQ two days ago right before the last big push by the Soviets and hadn't been seen since. Heinz had been husbanding the lives of his remaining forty-five men. A few quick orders and his men began to move out. He wouldn't bother radioing Battalion until he'd made his move because he knew what their ...
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  • Winter Survival Skills: Part 2

    Winter Survival Skills: Part 2
    Jan 31 2025
    Mike & Amy decompress from the trauma, generously. By m_storyman_x. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. We lay there a long time silently thinking and looking at each other, thinking about being grateful to be alive, and becoming closer to each other through this ordeal. “Mike,” She whispered “Yes?” “Will you suck on my tits?” “You sure,” I asked. In answer she sat up pulled her pj top off before sliding her pants down and off. She moved over to me completely naked as I unzipped my bag. She pulled my thermals up and tossed it aside before working my longjohns down and off. She tossed them aside and then straddled me, with her hot wet pussy rubbing along my hard dick. "Please,” She whispered as she leaned her body down to bring her two hanging globes in front of my face. I reached up and took both tits in my hands, and drew them to my mouth, sucking one of her nipples deep into my mouth as I squeezed her tit into a pointy cone. "Humm” she moaned quietly “that feels so good!”We sat there for some time, my mouth working first one tit and then the other. Her groin had been rubbing my dick with her wet lips for some time before I felt her lift up and take hold of my dick. I felt her wet lips envelope my dick as she pushed against me. She moaned again as she slid down my dick, pushing her upper body until she was almost upright, her head touching the top of the tent. She leaned forward a little, putting her hands on my chest for support and then began to slowly ride up and down my dick, rising until she was almost off and then sliding down slowly until she was at the bottom, and then continued to grind her pussy back and forth on me before starting the trip again. I still had hold of her tits and put my hands to good use squeezing and massaging her tits and playing with her nipples with my fingers. It’s obvious that her tits get very aroused and any attention they get, really turns her on. She set the pace, working to her liking, taking her time. I allowed her to take all the time she wanted, but she began to pick up the pace after a while, working in shorter strokes and driving against me with more force. Her actions and very tight pussy were having an effect and I was getting much closer to coming. “oh god oh god oh god” she whispered to no one in particular as her body began to shake. I pulled her lower, using her tits as handles and sucked a nipple into my mouth, rolling it against my tongue and the roof of my mouth. She ground her hips hard against me while she made small mewing sounds. She slowly lowered her body down to mine and rolled to the side, taking me with her. I continued the roll until I was on top of her, both our bodies still exposed to the cold air in the tent. “Fuck me now,” She whispered in my ear as she spread her legs wide so I could better stroke into her. She groaned and moaned quietly as I pushed my dick its full length time after time. She put her arms around my neck and pulled my head down as she pushed her tits toward my mouth as I stroked. "suck my tit,” She whispered in my ear. "Fill me with your cum. Pretend you’re squirting your juice all over my tits. Pretend my tits are wrapped around your big hard dick and its poking into my mouth with each stroke.” She panted in my ear. “Oh you feel so good,” She said in a squeaky voice. "You’re going to make me cum again,” I drove my dick deep into her and groaned as her body shuddered in time with my first squirt of cum. I unloaded shot after shot of hot juice into her, finally lowering myself on top of her, spent. We rolled onto my sleeping bag, both of us tired and drained, and starting to get cold. She snuggled against me, laying half on top of me. I zipped us in, snuggled like a cocoon. "That felt so nice. I haven’t been screwed in almost five years,” She said as she nuzzled my neck. "I’m glad you liked it,” I said, worried about where this is going. "You know, Nancy can never know about this,” She said quietly. "No. It’s going to be hard enough to explain being naked with you earlier.” “I know,” she said. We can’t keep it a secret, you know the guys will tell everyone when we get back. I think we better say you had on underwear. Nancy won’t like it, but she can accept that,” She said obviously having thought this through already. "Ok. What about this,” I asked "She can’t know about it. Once we’re back, this never happened and never will again.” “Agreed,” I said. "Good. Now let’s just enjoy the closeness we’ve discovered and get some sleep. We have a long hike tomorrow yet.” “Yes ma’am,” I joked, holding her close. We fell asleep like that, her head snuggled to my neck and one leg draped across my body. Morning broke clear and sunny. The morning sun had cleared the trees before either of us got up and moving. I could hear the guys hard at it, with a fire crackling and snapping. "I think we need to get up,” I whispered. "Feels ...
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  • Winter Survival Skills: Part 1

    Winter Survival Skills: Part 1
    Jan 30 2025
    Winter survival training becomes the real thing. By m_storyman_x. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Some years ago I took over as scoutmaster for a local troop of about fifteen guys. Over a three year period my troop grew from fifteen to over forty-five boys. With this came the need for leaders, and I was fortunate to have twelve active assistants, including two moms, one of them was Amy, the mother of my son’s best friend. Amy and my wife Nancy were best friends. Our sons were born within a few months of each other and both had a healthy desire to breastfeed. Nancy & Amy met at a mothers group and became friends. Our two sons were practically inseparable once they reached walking and talking age. As a result our two families spent much time and many activities together. Amy’s husband was, unfortunately, a deadbeat drunk, which resulted in me frequently being a “dad” figure to Chris. We even joked on occasions that Amy was my second wife, although not in “that” way. Not that I hadn’t had a few accidental peeks over the many years, but we respected the boundaries and that was that.Being a scout leader means that you frequently go on outings with boys, and this requires at least two leaders at all times. Amy was an active participant, believing that if her son wanted to go, she was willing to try it as well. This resulted in her attending many campouts and “high adventure” treks such as repelling, backpacking and canoeing. The boys had attended a number of winter campouts, and I had passed on a lot of my knowledge of winter camping and survival that I learned from my many winters as a kid in the northern part of the country, and my almost annual ice fishing trips into the northern wilderness of upper Minnesota and Wisconsin. Some of the boys wanted a more advanced taste, and we planned a winter trip to the Canadian high adventure camp. This trip would be complete with advanced classes on winter survival, such as how to trap food and deal with blizzard conditions. Getting leader training in the boy scouts is usually just a matter of finding or waiting for the right training class, and then going and getting certified. This kind of thing was regularly done for water training and such, but there were no training classes for winter survival or camping. After a number of calls to council headquarters, they agreed that my own personal certifications and experiences would allow me to create and teach a winter camping and survival class for leaders. The only problem now was how to conduct such a class in Missouri. The answer was to head up to Wisconsin during the early winter for training. A number of leaders enthusiastically agreed with the plan… that was until a few weeks before it was time to go and they realized they were going to have to slog through a foot or more of snow. In the end I had six male leaders and one female leader, Amy, besides myself that could go on the five day training trip. The trip started out normal enough. We left early in the morning for the nine hour drive, hitting the trail head just before dark. We had only planned on hiking in a mile or so the first day to make camp. It took a little while to get all our heavy clothing on and the trailer unpacked and everyone geared up, finally hiking out for our campsite just as the sun was hitting the tops of the trees. I wasn’t worried about light, the bright December moon was nearly full and already high in the sky as the sun slipped away. The guys, most of them in their late twenties to early thirties, tossed snow like a bunch of kids and had a great time for that first mile, slogging through foot deep powder in the crisp twenty degree air. It was an easy trek to find the site we selected, following the GPS right to the clearing in the heavy woods. This particular state park had a twisting twenty-eight mile loop trail that was off limits to snow-mobiles. In the summer it was a spectacular hike, with stream crossings and beautiful trees. We didn’t need to cook, having had dinner on the road, so we set about putting up camp and starting a fire. The first task was to find dry wood, and I showed the guys how to locate dry wood to start a fire with, by picking dead branches of the underside of pines and whittling the wet outer surface off. Before long we had plenty of dry kindling and I taught them how to build a fire pit that wouldn’t melt and put their fire out. With a fire now blazing away in the middle of our campsite, we all set to work putting up our tents. Being a large troop we have been pretty successful with equipment. This trip we were using brand new backpack tents, the trainees paired up in two’s, with one tent for myself and a separate tent for Amy. It would be a bit colder sleeping in the two man tent alone, but I was prepared for it and I hoped that Amy was as well. These new tents were nice units with two high tech carbon fiber poles that crossed in the middle, making a tube seven feet long ...
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  • Hot Chocolate With Cream

    Hot Chocolate With Cream
    Jan 29 2025
    Hot female boss gives man the "okay' to fulfill his desires. by Alexis Peignoir. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. It was pouring with rain that evening when Evan walked into Gray's Pub and settled on a stool at the far end of the bar. His navy blue suit was tailored to fit his trim physique, and his jet black hair was smoothed back showing a cut jaw, deep charcoal eyes and olive skin. He’d loosened his tie and unbuttoned the first button on his white shirt, so he could breathe. The bartender, a short stubby man with a balding head, walked over and eyed the man carefully. "The same?" he asked. "Yea," Evan nodded. Seconds later, the bartender reappeared with a bottle of Heineken and poured the contents into a glass, then put the bottle down next to it and walked away. Evan picked up the glass and took a long swig, and let the cold brew slide down his throat. It had been a long day; too long as far as he was concerned. What mattered worse was that She was there, with her long blonde hair that fell down her back to her ass, an oval shaped face, full lips, and emerald green eyes that seem to pierce through his heart when she spoke to him causing him to mumble and sputter. Damn the woman was fine, as he took another gulp of beer, but she was the boss and there was an invisible "do not touch" aura about her. He needed the job so he didn't touch, but it was killing him. There were only so many times one could jerk off in the shower to dull the need that burned inside of him. He drank more of the beer and tried to focus on the basketball game on the big screen above the bar. Seeing Evan finish his beer, the bartender came over again to where Evan sat. "Ready for another one?" he asked. "Not yet," Evan began. "Rocky what is it about some women that drives a man crazy?" The bartender chuckled, "I don't know what it is, but its how I ended up married. You better watch it or the next thing you know, you'll be walking down the aisle. She was a real looker and I was blindsided. Now I'm working in this place to get away from her. If you ask me, it's all a trap." "I guess," Evan sighed. "So who is she?" "My boss," Evan moaned. "Damn son, you know how to pick them," Rocky exclaimed. "Yea, like I had a choice. I don't know what it is about her, but I get hard even when she walks by." "Well, either you tell her how you feel or get another job." "If I tell her how I feel, I'll have to get another job," Evan said. "I'll take that beer now." Rocky put another Heineken on the counter and Evan paid for the first and second one. "You want to start a tab?" Rocky asked. "No," Evan replied. "Ok, but it could be a long night," Rocky said. "It doesn't look like the rain isn't letting up any." "I want to be sober when I leave," Evan replied. After drinking the second beer, Rocky was right. The rain still hadn't stopped, but Evan didn't care. He pulled the collar up on his jacket and left the pub making a mad dash to his car where he started the engine, flipped on the wipers and left the pub heading down Ivy Street towards home. He passed through street light after street light until he came to a stop sign where along the curb was a car with its emergency lights flashing. On further inspection, he recognized the license plates. It was his boss's car, a silver Lexus which was almost as unattainable to him as his boss. He blew the horn and she rolled down the window. "My car won't start," his boss said. I don't have that problem when I look at you he said under his breath. "Did you call the tow truck?" he asked. "Yes, but they won't get here for a couple of hours," she replied. "My place is just up the road. Why don't you get in and we can wait there." Half expecting her to say she'd rather wait, she unexpectedly jumped out of her car and ran to his and climbed into the seat next to him. She looked frazzled and concerned, but she smelled great and he knew a cold shower would be forthcoming after she left. "I'm so glad you stopped," she said wiping her brow. "No problem, Miss Jensen. I was on my way home anyway." "You're always so polite Evan, Call me Jenna," she replied. "Okay, Jenna. Then we're off to my place." He couldn't believe she said that. Fifteen minutes later, Evan was escorting Jenna upstairs to his loft apartment. He flipped on the lights that illuminated the room and took her wet coat and hung it on the coat rack near the door. "Oh you have a balcony," Jenna said. "You can watch the sky from sitting anywhere in the room." He said nothing, but thought of the nights he stared at the sky, while thinking of her. "Can I get you some coffee, or a glass of wine or a beer?" he asked. "Wine would be fine," she said as she sat on the sofa. Evan quickly went to the refrigerator, pulled out the wine bottle that he had saved from the Christmas party the year before, and poured it into two glasses. When he returned to the living room, Jenna was sitting there with her shoes off, curled up on the...
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    Getting Lucky At A Trump Convention
    Jan 28 2025
    Shagging a stranger while Trump talks success in politics & business. By Tx Tall Tales. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. I was a little delayed getting to the Convention Hall where he was going to speak, but my red VIP badge got me past the "velvet rope" down to the front 10 rows, which were looking pretty full. The hall was split up into a bunch of sections during the day, with low pipe & drape curtain panels used to separate the VIP purchase area from the hoi-poloi, and to make virtual rooms to one side and the other, as well as to create a backstage area. It was a business & leadership conference with speakers like Tony Robbins, Donald Trump, and a long list of others. One of the ushers waved me over, pointing to one of the few open seats left. I "excuse-me"d down to the spot, and wedged myself in between two attractive women, a blonde on my left and a brunette on my right. Because we were sitting in the rightmost section of the seats, the main podium was over to my left as well. As such you tended to sit turned in your seat a bit, for a more natural view, which placed the brunette "behind" me and the blonde in "front" of me. Now I'm not a little guy. Not huge, but my shoulders are a good bit wider than most. And at 220 lbs, I'm mostly muscle, though a good way from having 'abs of steel'. The biggest problem is I'm wide. W-I-D-E. Really wide in the shoulders with a 48 inch chest. My Hawaiian heritage. It makes for uncomfortable seating in coach-class on airplanes, and in places like this, where the chairs are locked together, and they're all made for 118 lb. weaklings, and little things, like the size 2 women on either side of me. A speaker was just finishing up, and when he went into pitch mode, I asked the blonde "How was he?" "I don't know, I just got here a minute ago too. I'm here for Trump." Let me get this out up front. I'm a horn-dog, with an addiction to women. I love blondes. "What are you here for? At the Motivational Expo, I mean," I asked her, surreptitiously taking in her pretty face, turned up nose, cute eyeglasses, and pinned up blonde hair. Her hands were free of any rings. "Mostly just hanging out," she told me. I thought it seemed kind of odd. It cost a couple of hundred bucks to 'hang-out' in the VIP section, less if you signed up early and were on the right mailing list. Maybe a $100. But still pricey for "hanging out." Even stranger was the way she was sitting. There was another pretty big black guy sitting on the other side of her, and he had all his materials from the day on the floor between his legs, forcing him to sit with his legs open. As soon as I sat down, she moved away from him, leaving a couple of inches gap, and scooted up right next to me, her side pressed against mine. Then she turned away and watched the stage. We were quiet for a bit, and I tried to start a conversation again. A glutton for punishment, I do this a lot. I like people. I like to talk to people. I guess I'm a bit of an extrovert sometimes. And in a setting like this, anybody could be a great networking contact. "What do you do?" I asked. She spoke softly, and I had to bend down to hear her. Damn, she smelled good too. "I own my own business, how about you?" she answered. "Some real-estate investment, some writing, a real-life job I wouldn't mind ditching. I'm thinking of getting into a gig like this - professional speaking." I told her. She patted me on the leg, a pretty friendly thing to do, I thought, then said, "Will you save my seat for me while I go take a smoke break?" "Absolutely. I wouldn't dream of letting anyone else sit next to me." I told her with my most charming boyish smile, which seldom works, but you can't fault a guy for trying. She patted me on the arm again, giving it a little squeeze, and then eased her way past me and out the row. She left her tote bag with all her materials, so I didn't think she was just blowing me off nicely. As she walked by, I took the time to check more of her out. Definitely a looker, with a light zip-up sweatshirt (unzipped) over a scoop-neck white tee, and a blue jean skirt that hugged her very pleasant looking hips. She had long slender legs that ended in ankle-high white socks and a pair of black canvas sneakers. Looked like Converse. I estimated her age in the early 20's. Yeah, I know, I'm a dirty old man, getting worked up over a girl 1/2 my age. Before I knew it, my blonde neighbor was returning. I sat back in my chair to let her by, and she sat back down, once again sidling right up next to me. I mean close contact. I have to tell you this was definitely new territory for me. I've known friendly women, and aggressive women, but this woman just seemed to like pressing against me. My mind was spinning trying to figure this out, it wasn't something in my known realm of experiences, and not to brag, but I have had my share. I had a choice of sitting with my arms crossed, and shoulders pulled in, or taking up half the ...
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