The sun was sinking into the ocean as I walked along the boardwalk from the cafe to my hotel room. I had just had dinner and was admiring the beauty of the peaceful evening when my attention was drawn to a lovely young woman who was also dining alone. I glanced over at her a couple of times and finally our eyes met and she smiled at me. I smiled back and returned to finish my meal. When I looked up, she was gone. I was hoping I could have a drink with her or something, but she seemed to have vanished into thin air! She

He picked me up at the terminal, waving to me as I got off the bus. As we approached one another, arms outstretched, my heart skipped a beat. We were here - together- finally! We stood face to face and I set my bag down on the ground, wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. It felt so good to hold him so close. "I love you, darling. Im finally here!" I exclaimed, holding him tightly.

I walked into the studio to pick up the pictures of me with Rico, the tall, sexy Black man, and was greeted by Rachel, Johns assistant. She was a lovely woman, probably in her early s, with long, wavy, raven black hair and brown eyes. I noticed she had a lovely figure with large melon shaped breasts revealed under her low cut sweater, and a round, shapely ass. Though short, she had lovely legs that were now exposed as she bent over to pick up an item from a lower shelf. She was wearing a black silk miniskirt and not only were her lovely legs exposed, but a glimpse

Tootie was an attractive year old, African American honor student. She was about " tall, had caramel colored skin, long legs, large breasts, and a well rounded, soft, big ass or so she thought, anyhow.She was popular at school and did well academically. She was also on the Cheerleading squad, along with eight Caucasian yuppies. They liked Tootie, but sometimes she felt like the "token" black on th e squad. The other girls sometimes gave her dirty looks when they saw how the boys on the football team oogled Tooties big breasts and round, tight buttocks.

It was a humid summer evening and I had just gotten off work and was heading home. I work in a high rise downtown in a midwestern metropolis and seldom find time to go out of the building because it takes so long to get an elevator to the street level and then to find another one back up to the rd floor which houses my office. I dont usually find myself attracted to co-workers. To me they are just part of the furnishings. As I shut and locked my door, I noticed the new computer programmer, Steve,

Mort Ashton had been a school bus driver for years. He was years old now, short, balding, and sporting a handlebar mustache it had taken him months to grow, let alone maintain. His gray beady eyes flickered from one teenage girl to another as they boarded his bus, wearing those wicked short skirts and low cut blouses with their ridiculous high heels. Little whores, thats what they were.

It was Monday, the first day of school, and Tracy had grown closer to Sandy over summer vacation. Sandy had shown Tracy the beauty of lesbian love, the tenderness, the softness, the sweetness and innocence of it. Sandy had spent many nights at Tracys house over the summer, and Tracys parents had no suspicion whatsoever that the girls were lovers. Rita and Betty had spent the summer at Ritas parents cabin in the mountains and Sandy and Tracy were excited about getting together with them again for some hot sex.

One of the things I loved about Al was his love of nature. Little did I know that it would be the basis for one of the most dangerous rendezvous I would ever encounter. Al was years old, about foot inches tall, with wavy black hair, blue eyes, and a killer smile. He worked as a mechanic and always wore a black leather jacket, jeans and boots. There was a charm about him that encouraged anyone around him to believe that whatever he said or did was okay, regardless

I met Bob on a Greyhound bus when I used to go visit my family in Springfield several years ago. I was newly divorced and didnt have a car, so Greyhound was a standard procedure for me to escape the hustle and bustle of the city on weekends. He was about years old. I was years old. My ex-husband had picked up the kids so I had until Sunday evening to go out and "play". It was summertime so I was dressed scantily, a tight cotton t-shirt and short shorts.

My lover and I had been sitting at the bar for about an hour when a tall, slender redhead entered. She wore a skintight green minidress that revealed her nipples, so obviously she wore no bra. As she slid onto the bar stool next to my lover, she swung her legs around, revealing only a g-string instead of panties. She was dressed to fuck, one might say. My lover whispered in my ear, "Hey, do you think she might be interested in a threesome?" I responded, "I don