My wife was out of town on a business trip, and I had to attend an important dinner engagement given by the company I worked for. I called our usual baby sitter and told her that it was an emergency. Luckily she said that she could be right over.
After a fretfully boring dinner, I slipped away early. I knew that Kathy, our babysitter, would be relieved, since she had planned a hot date that night with her boyfriend, and I felt that she was doing me a great big favor by sitting for our two-year-old son.
I slipped my key in the lock and opened the door. There was no one in the living room, so I went to the door of the den. There, I froze.
I could see James sitting there, his pants down to his knees. He had a hard-on, and Kathy was stroking it slowly.
I'm an average looking guy from Orange County, CA who has been reading all these stories on the net for years and felt it's time to finally tell my story. I should probably mention that I had always had a major thing for Asian women.
Growing up in California, it's not hard to find hot Asian girls just about everywhere. Nearly ever girlfriend I ever had was Asian. In high school my first real girlfriend was Allison, she was Chinese, about 5'6" and had a killer body.
We started out as friends, and we'd often rent videos together, go shopping and do "friend" type stuff, but every now and then, we'd fool around. Allison was very pretty, but she was really dumb. Usually Asian girls are stereotyped as being really smart, but Allison was only text book smart. She didn't know the first thing about life, or sex.
Hi, my name is Jim. My story is about the summer my sister Anna and I shared. My story begins about three weeks into our summer break.
I had just broken up with my girlfriend Jill. We had been dating all year and I thought it would last forever. She said she needed to spend time with others and wanted to date other people that summer. None of her reasons were very good. Well, we separated. I was devastated. I didn't understand what had gone wrong. For about a week, I ran through every-thing in my mind to try and figure out "why?" It was driving me mad.
My sister tried to help. We talked about girls and relationships. She tried to help me make some sense of the breakup. Eventually, we both decided that it was best to let go and move on. Maybe later in life these things would make sense.
To help me take my mind off of things, my sister offered to take me mountain biking up in the hills near our house.
"Ware swim trunks because there was a creek where we were going that we could swim in." Anna said.
There is a lot of timing and luck involved in getting the chance to watch your normally reluctant wife suddenly turn it on for another man. But John, a 40-year-old contractor, had that chance to see his 31-year-old wife perform at a convention last summer at an upscale hotel in New York.
Cindy wore an unusually revealing red dress that evening. It was shorter than anything John had ever seen her wear in public. Being that this was a formal dinner and dance with potential professional contacts, he was reluctant to have her wear it at first. But Cindy, who had a shapely but very petite 102-pound body, seemed to be very comfortable and confident in the tight, low-cut dress.
In fact, seeing his wife in the dress stirred some reoccurring fantasies in John as they shared a bottle of champagne in their room before heading to the banquet. Throughout their five-year marriage, John had toyed with the idea of directly asking Cindy to seduce another man.
My girlfriend and I arrived at the Merlot a few minutes before our reservation and when the ma�tre D' accepted my hand in greeting, there was a twenty in the palm which from experience is instantly detected and deftly passed from my hand to his pocket.
He knows that it is a twenty by instinct. He is also converted immediately to one of my most loyal and accommodating friends willing to move anything and anybody in the house to make me happy and to insure the presence of another twenty. In a very low voice, I let him know that my pleasure would be a corner table with a view of the dining room. For a moment he had that wild look that says that he's trapped in a hopeless situation.
Then, whispering, just a moment, he disappeared and just as suddenly returned announcing that our table was ready. We both know that, that table, disappeared from the party that overlooked his twenty.
I hate wearing business suits. Dressing for an evening out is fun; you can show some flair if you want. But business suits are supposed to be boring. Hell, that's the point. You want to look conservative, trustworthy, conventional, inoffensive - in a word, bland. Don't want to scare off a potential customer, after all. And they're usually uncomfortable, too.
You can also get tired of strange hotel rooms. This one wasn't too bad. It had a king sized bed; the bathroom was actually pretty nice. It even had a minibar that I had already stocked with my own ice and soda. But it was still a hotel room: standard fittings, easy to clean up, interchangeable with hundreds of others across the country. After a while on the road, the walls can start closing in on you.
So what was I doing wearing a business suit, sitting in a hotel room and staring at the walls? Feeling pretty lonely and bored, that's what. At least I'd be checking out tomorrow.
James was a security guard at the mall. At 24 years old, it wasn't the best job, but it was good enough to pay the bills while he went to the local community college. He enjoyed his work, and liked to meet different people. His bosses had no idea that inside he was really a pervert, wanting to peek at teenage girls in the dressing rooms. But being scared of getting caught, he never fulfilled his fantasies while at work. But, if he did see a cute one, he would follow her around while she shopped, undressing her with his eyes, and then think about her as he masturbated after returning home at the end of the day.
One day, he saw a teen getting dropped off by her mom in front of the mall. He thought she was awfully cute. She was about 18, but she looked even older physically. When she smiled she showed a mouth full of braces, which made her look somewhat younger in the face. She wore tight blue jeans, and a very tight t-shirt. Her chest was small, but her t-shirt allowed him an excellent view of every bulge her breasts created. He could even see the outline of her bra when he stood behind her.