My girlfriend always seemed to enjoy seeing just how much she could getaway with doing some form of our bondage in public. She does this partly because she finds it fun, mostly because she knows it drives me out of my tree. Usually, I'm able to fast talk my way out of potentially embarrassing situations with Mundanes, but yesterday she very nearly got me fired.
Yesterday afternoon we had lunch together. Afterward, she accompanied me back to my place of work. I thought this slightly unusual, since she had never before expressed an interest in my work (electronic engineering,) but it didn't occur to me that she had something planned.
Karen. My cousin. Sweet flesh of my flesh. She has entered my dreams so often, I smell her in the soft folds of her slips and the humid little panties I snatch from her laundry. She is beautiful in a way that defies my understanding. Desirable and magnetic beyond my will to resist her. Tiny and bright like a bird.
I've watched her, through half closed eyes, move naked through a morning bedroom. A little boy with an itchy bone struggling against a starched cotton sheet. I've watched as she dressed in the grey, dim, morning light. The entire spectacle. Her lush, heart-shaped ass packed into a tight white panties. Dark nylons slipped over a pointed toe and soothed up a slim calf. Flesh peeking from lace. The dark of her nipples huge in a straining bra.
Jim. I've found it hard to believe some of the stories I have read on the net about the sexual adventures of some people. But now that something terrifically exciting has happened to me, maybe I'll be less of a doubting Thomas. I promise you that the following story is true in every respect. I have changed some of the names but other than that I swear it's all true.
My wife, Cindy, and I have been married for about five years now and I have no complaints of her in the sex department. She is always willing and eager to get into bed with me and so I thought she was also perfectly content with our sex life. Recently I found out that wasn't necessarily true. I guess this is where my story really begins.
Only a half hour until everyone gets home. I must work fast to finish the job. I plug in the drill and hurry up into the attic. Ah, here is the spot. The drill spins as I press in down into the wooden floor. And then, light. I pull out the drill and look down into the hole. Yes, perfect. From here, I can see all of their room. My calculations were right. I race down and go into my sisters' room; they are twins and a year older than I.
I look up at the ceiling. With the intricate pattern of clowns, teddy bears, and other drawings my parents placed on the ceiling when they were young, it was hard to see the hole. Yes, even though I knew where the hole was, I was hard pressed to see it. A quick cleanup with the vacuum and the room was returned to normal... or so it seemed.
That night, I was curious to see how well my idea had worked. I crept up the attic stairs, which were in my room. Slowly, I moved towards the light beam coming up from the hole in the floor. My eye pressed down over it, I looked. Inside, I could see my sister Becky sitting at her desk doing homework. She was the smarter and quieter of my two sisters. Her 19-year-old identical twin Robyn was looking over a Glamour magazine while she listened to some music on her box. Most people can't tell then apart, but for their brother, it was no problem.
About 10 years ago my girlfriend at the time and I were at a 4th of July BBQ. She was 20, Hispanic, 5'0", 100 lbs or so, very cute figure. Nice big boobs, which she complained were too big for her height. She was rather sexually conservative, but when she drank, she loosened up.
She had been drinking wine coolers (Yech, remember when they were popular?) all day and she was obviously getting pretty drunk. Wearing a very sexy bathing suit, she was attracting much attention. When a buddy commented on it to me, I smiled and said that maybe I should let him get a closer look.
Mike had been itchy all evening, Rachael could tell. He'd been rubbing his hands across her shoulders, down her arms, and across her ass, bumping up against her as they moved from one crowded room to another, and slipping his hand halfway up the inside of her thigh whenever he thought he wouldn't be caught.
It wasn't ordinary horniness, she knew. They had taken care of that earlier while showering before they dressed for the party. It was definitely something else. And she knew just what he needed to scratch that itch.
No one would believe this story, even if it was told; About how a group of renegade biotech creations, originally intended as half human super soldiers had escaped from the illegal testing facilities that had spawned them, having been bred in the wild forest of the national park that concealed the facility. Still, even less would believe the story about the first group to escape -- an unlikely group of genetic misfits and a neocortical experiment gone horribly wrong. They establish a foothold in the wide dark arms of the forest growth -- No on would believe this story, no one except Sherryl that is.
It was a business paid vacation; Sherryl McGee worked as a trade spokesman for a notable shipping company, and had worked to her position the hard way, by starting on the floor moving freight. Though her build would say otherwise, Sherryl still worked herself very hard, and underneath her smooth feminine exterior, there was great strength. One of her passions was hiking in the preserved wildernesses of various national parks, and when her performance began to slack at her place of business, she took the company vacation policy in reign, and rented a small cabin.