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The turbulent storm was raging outside, just as it had been almost all day. The humidity and the pounding of the rain were making me sleepy and tired. Just plain old groggy. I decided to retire to my bedroom for a nap until the showers had ended. I was too weary to continue working on the business project that was before me. I had, for sometime, been in a self evaluation period, and I no longer felt like I knew who I was. Somewhere something had gotten lost.

I retreated to my bedroom as the thunder roared. It was illuminated only by the misty haze that hung in the spring air. I slipped out of my sweats and went across the room to toss them into the hamper. I began to re-trace my steps, as I caught my image in my mirror. I stopped, looking curiously for a moment. The hazy light made my fair skin seem luxurious. My blonde hair, pulled up, had taken on an ash tone, and my oval face was highlighted by my full blush lips and deep grey eyes.

I raised my hand to my face and traced the soft lines of my cheekbones, my eyes closed as I began caressing my flesh. I looked down at my breasts, through the mirror, full and round, they stood suspended by the bra that held them. I moved my hands to release them from the contraption that embodied them. My nipples became erect and took on a sudden glow.

I began to feel my sexuality as the sweet fragrance of my own flesh rose and hung in the heavy air. As I closed my eyes, I saw my delicate body and envisioned it wrapped lightly in silk. I placed the palms of my hands on my nipples, and began circular motions as I felt the imaginary fabric caressing them to their full alertness. I gazed again into the mirror, as I guided a hand to my panties, I felt the texture of the satin ribbon daintily tied in bows against my hips.

I tugged gently at the ribbon until the bow came untied, the corner of the panty fell down exposing the skin just to the side of my vagina. My stare into the mirror had become fixed as I stroked the skin with my littlest finger. I watched myself convince my other hand to render the other bow unsecured, allowing the light panties to drop to the floor beneath me.

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My first experience with sexual harassment on the job just occurred and I can tell you I thoroughly enjoyed every harassing minute of it. It all started when I changed jobs joining a large company and working for a female boss. This was new to me but since she was fairly young and very good looking with a great figure my mind went into its flights of fantasy from my first day. Mary my boss is about 38 and stands 5′ 10″ and has a figure that runs 36 26 37. She is blond and has a way of putting men at ease immediately. Mary wears fashionable clothing which while not flaunting her obvious charms is quite seductive and sometimes a bit revealing.

As soon as I was hired I was put in charge of the implementation of a major accounting system with deadlines like tomorrow which meant plenty of overtime and lots of problems. In addition management was overseeing all aspects of the project with a microscope. One day while going to corporate headquarters with Mary I noticed her deeply slit skirt had opened up while she was driving and exposed her legs to her upper thigh. I was delighted by the site of her creamy thighs and was quick to notice she wore a garter belt and nylons rather than the conventional pantyhose worn by most business women. As we drove along her skirt opened more and more reveling her legs further and further. I could not resist the temptation to stare and eventually Mary caught me ogling her great legs. Looking directly at me Mary asked how she measured up, Stammering a bit I replied great from where I was sitting, Mary smiled but made no attempt to cover herself. By the time we had reached our destination I had developed quit a hard-on which as I am fairly well endowed was very visible as we walked across the crowed parking area. I could tell Mary had checked me out and was at least comfortable with my excitement because she made no effort to rebuke me for my voyeuristic enjoyment. (click to read entire story…)

As I promised here is another one of my fantasies about Amy and me.

After our last session Amy is even more friendly when no one else is around. I also think that she has quit wearing panties because I don’t see any panty lines any more and sometimes I even wonder if she is wearing a bra. Like today. Amy is wearing a grey woman’s suit with a blue and black stripped silk blouse the front of which seems to move around a little more than usual. Its hard to tell since the suit jacket hides her nipples which would show were she not wearing a bra. Amy is in a playful mood today. Joking with everyone. We had some time during lunch for some conversation. She usually eats lunch out but didn’t today because she had some extra work to do. Some of the remarks she made would almost make a sailor blush. At least it did for her and me.

We both end up working late again. “This is getting to be a habit,” I said. Amy just laughed and said, “We had better be careful or people will start talking.” As if they already hadn’t, at least about Amy. I am surprised when she says to me, “How about coming to my place after work for a drink?” I said, “Sure. We’ll take your car and leave mine here. That way no one will see it at your place.” So we lock up the place and head toward her apartment.

When we arrive Amy says, “Why don’t you kick your shoes off while I go get comfortable.” So I do and prop my feet up on the coffee table. She calls from the other room, “What would you like to drink?” “Got any hard stuff?” I answer. “I can mix us up something. I’ll surprise you,” was her response. Well you could have you could have knocked me over with a feather when she came back into the room with our drinks. She definitely got comfortable. Amy was wearing this almost transparent top and a pair of short shorts. There was no question of what she was wearing under the top or shorts. That was NOTHING! Her nipples were hard and strained against the fabric of the top and the crotch of her shorts dug into her cunt showing the bulge of pussy lips and crease of her cunt slit.

She hands me one of the drinks and says, “How do you like it?” I must have been starring at her breasts because I almost spilt the drink and could just stammer, “I…I…it…it’s great.” Amy laughs and says, “No, I mean the drink.” Of course I hadn’t even tasted the drink yet. We both laugh. She sits next to me and we sip the drinks and talk about work, life, etc. The drink has its desired effect. We both begin to relax, except my cock. The longer I looked at Amy’s nipples making little bumps in the front of that top and felt the heat of her body near mine, the harder and harder my tool got. And pretty damned uncomfortable. An erect 8-inch cock doesn’t fit very well in a tight pair of pants. Especially if it’s bent in the middle. I put my arm on the back of the couch and she slides close. Her breast is now pressed against my side. The drink must have had the same effect on her as it had on me. I glance toward her crotch and it looked as though a wet spot was forming where the shorts disappeared between her legs.

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Bobby was now glad for one important thing. That he had always thought that it was important that he always be in top physical shape. After all, not only was he soon to go into the service in a few months, but always being conscious of how he looked had always been an important factor in the way he felt.

There was also a third reason now why the 18-year-old man appreciated being in top shape. For the past hour now, he had been riding his bike either along with, or behind his most recent girlfriend, Barbi. And in spite of his knowing that at any time he could easily outrace her, he was constantly surprised and highly pleased when the 18-year old girl continually proved that she could stay right up with him. Like now, having ridden almost a mile up a steep hill, following close behind her to protect her from traffic, he was soon beginning to spend more and more time really ‘noticing’ her for the first time.

At first she was merely hunched over the bike handlebars, and as Bobby pulled up beside her, he had an unusual feeling deep within his loins as he noticed how her costume fit her. Her tiny cut-off T-Shirt, of a semi transparent material, was fluttering in the breeze, and from his position slightly behind her, Bobby gulped as he noticed that he could stare into the deep gap under her shirt and see the soft curve of her under breasts.

He was amazed to see that in spite of her not too small size breasts, she needed no artificial support. He could see her hard, flat tummy. He saw that her stomach was extremely flat, almost like a block of cement. He could see the only crease in her body, at her waist, almost hiding her tiny indented belly button. And then the slight curve of her lower belly before it disappeared into the low cut hip band of her jogging shorts. Like the material of her shirt, it was semi-transparent, and in fact at time he could see the bright sunlight through the thin material, seeing parts of her body that really surprised him.

Now, the most exotic feature of her totally overwhelmed Bobby. As the hot sun blazed down on their heavily sweating bodies, even his flesh looked sexy. As the sun gleamed off the muscles that were tensing and relaxing. As his arms and legs worked that bike up the hill. Yet it was nothing compared to the body of Barbi. And why? Simple. Because this wonderful young woman was in fact a black woman. Not pure black, but her flesh was the color of dark coffee, with just a twinge of cream. And as each muscle of her body tensed, strove to move that bicycle along the narrow country road, the bright, burning sun gleamed off her flesh, highlighting it in such a manner that made her look as if she were made of polished mahogany. The special effect caused by her body being completely coated with a sheen of perspiration made her look like a Queen of the Nile.

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I am an 18-year-old female with long, wavy brown hair and a 36-24-35 figure. It takes a lot to turn me on, so I’m just friends with the guys in my neighborhood, but I like to dress in sexy outfits for the pleasure of their stares. A month ago, a new family moved in down the street, and I decided to welcome my new neighbors and get acquainted with them. They had a very attractive daughter my age named Kay, and it wasn’t long before we were good friends.

One day after Kay’s family had settled in, I went over to pick her up to go shopping. As I pulled into the driveway, I saw the most handsome guy imaginable shooting baskets. He was my height with long, black, spiked hair and an incredible body — all the more evident because he wore only a pair of jams. I was mesmerized by his beauty. Kay came out, and I eagerly asked her who the hunk was. “My brother,” she replied. “Isn’t he cute!” I soon found out that Kay’s parents had adopted Vin as a child. “Do you like him?” Kay asked.

“He’s hot!!” I replied with a big smile. We both walked up the driveway, and Kay introduced us. I looked Vin over from head to toe, and the sight of the sweat pouring down his body made my panties randy with excitement. I could tell that Vin was also impressed by my assets –accentuated by a white cotton halter top and tight black jogging shorts. Kay and I decided to shoot some hoops with Vin, and the three of us frolicked for a while. At one point, as I went in for a lay-up, Vin shocked me by accidentally grabbing my breast as I dribbled past him.

“I’m sorry,” he said sheepishly. “Foul!” Kay laughed. “I think we’ve all had enough,” she added.

As Kay led me to the house, I stared longingly at Vin. I hoped that he could see how aroused I was by his touch — my nipples were so hard that they could be seen through the fabric of my top. Once inside, we drank some iced tea, but it did not cool the lust I felt for Vin. Soon he came in, and we sat around talking for a long time, forgetting that I had come to go shopping with Kay. I flirted with Vin by deliberately sticking my chest out and curving my body toward him. When I caught him staring, I got embarrassed. I’m kind of awkward in these situations, and I hoped I wasn’t fouling up.

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