Blowin' In The Wind

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because it is very windy today, I got thinking about just how women walk in high heels in a strong wind... not sure why they don't go flying more often - which would cause some kind stranger to grab them , just to steady them of course.

I think this could lead to all sorts of women, excited by the gallantry and body contact, to repay the favour, including:

~ a MILF, caught by the virile college boy next door
~ a newlywed, caught by a stranger (inter racial? a biker?)
~ a virginal religious college girl, caught by ....
~ a happy faithful wife, caught by her neighbour, whose cock swells to proportions she thought impossible
~ a woman caught by another woman. as their cheeks and chests brush, they both feel an unexpected flush....

 

[Lost_Yonder]

It's a warm spring day, but not a particularly good one for Ellen. She is already late for her 10 o'clock meeting, couldn't find her cell or keys earlier, spilt her coffee - it was just one of those days. As she was trying to run in her high heels - her 10 o'clock was someone she desperately was trying to impress with her ample cleavage and long, stockinged legs - a strong gust of wind blew down the street, practically lifting her up, as she tripped. Fortunately for her young Brad just happen to be passing by, on his way to deliver some legal documents for the law office he was a summer intern with.

Ellen's breasts pressed right into Brad's chest, and as she struggled to get her legs back, she rubbed up and down on him. Brad couldn't help but be turned on by the gift the wind landed in front of him. Ellen couldn't be bothered, thanked him and ran off, though she did look around again, noticing, perhaps a bit too late, the good looking young stud that just helped her.

Brad ran on with he delivery, running down the metro stairway, just in time to catch the in coming subway. As he stood in the crowded compartment he couldn't help but reflect on the amazing breasts that he just saw and felt. His cock started to get hard thinking about those soft, ample tits. But he couldn't do anything about it...

It was a Thurs., meaning it was Suzie's day to spend uptown shopping and then lunch with her girlfriends. As a 40 something, wife of a wealthy international business man, she looked the part - stylish, though casually dressed, with a perfect body. As she was riding the subway, she couldn't help but notice the young man standing behind her, rubbing up against her ass. She also couldn't help but feel his hard cock. Her initial reaction was disgust and she was about to move away, but a longing rising from her neglected sexuality (her husband chasing after the younger "t'n'as" in the office) forced her to stay. Not just stay, but rub her ass even more against the poor fellow.

At first Brad didn't notice, so busy was his mind on those breasts, but soon he found himself subtly dry humping this sexy MILF in front of him. Unfortunately for him, the next stop was his and he had to exit. Suzie felt empty when he walked away, but enjoyed her opportunity of teasing the young man. At lunch she recounted her experience to one of her gfs, Barb, a marketing executive Suzie got to know though serving together on the board of directors of the local art museum.

Barb was enticed by Suzie's encountered, and couldn't get the thought of having a young man's cock slide along her ass in public out of her mind. It had been some years since she allowed herself to act out some of her more brazen fantasies of public sex and her darker fantasy of being raped. As Barb sat at her desk, she was getting more and more aroused, but knew she had a meeting soon with one of her account execs, Ellen...

In the mean time poor Brad had to deal with breasts and asses dancing in his imagination. It was near impossible for him to hide his hard-on as he walked into the office where he was making a delivery. The sexy young receptionist couldn't resist glancing down at Brad's tented slacks...

 

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nice start LY....

 

[want2_watchwife]

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Well happy faithful wives encountering cocks of impossible proportions always gets to me, but how to work that into this premise?

simple really.... she gets almost blown away, he reaches out to keep her from falling over, her momentum carries her body up against his...

 

[Lost_Yonder]

Betty Sue had never been to a big city, heck, she'd never even been east of the Mississippi or further west than the Rockies. When her husband's company had a sales conference in the Windy City, he invited her along - it was an exciting opportunity for her to explore another world than their small town.

One afternoon, she went out; only she was fully dressed for the banquet that night, as she wouldn't have time to make it back to the hotel. She was walking along downtown, wearing those damn high heels she bought yesterday for the occassion, cursing herself as she bobbed up and down, trying to walk. At one point a strong gust of wind swept across the lake and down the side street, like a wind tunnel, blowing her over. As she felt herself falling over a big arm reached out and grabbed her, saving her from collapsing onto the sidewalk.

It was a big black arm. And, as she fell her arms swung around and her hands landed on him as he drew her into him - one on his big, muscular chest, the other on ... my god, what was that she felt in his crotch. Surely, it couldn't be ...

 

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Betty Sue had never been to a big city, heck, she'd never even been east of the Mississippi or further west than the Rockies. When her husband's company had a sales conference in the Windy City, he invited her along - it was an exciting opportunity for her to explore another world than their small town.

One afternoon, she went out; only she was fully dressed for the banquet that night, as she wouldn't have time to make it back to the hotel. She was walking along downtown, wearing those damn high heels she bought yesterday for the occassion, cursing herself as she bobbed up and down, trying to walk. At one point a strong gust of wind swept across the lake and down the side street, like a wind tunnel, blowing her over. As she felt herself falling over a big arm reached out and grabbed her, saving her from collapsing onto the sidewalk.

It was a big black arm. And, as she fell her arms swung around and her hands landed on him as he drew her into him - one on his big, muscular chest, the other on ... my god, what was that she felt in his crotch. Surely, it couldn't be ...

great start

 

[Lost_Yonder]

Betty Sue soon found herself being whisked down the crowded street by this big black man, at least a foot taller than her petite 5'4" height. She wanted to scream, but was conflicted, for surely this nice gentleman was just helping her out walking down the street. Just because he was black didn't mean he was a gang member or a ... a rapist...

As she tried to thank him for helping her, he just marched her down the street then into a small side street. Now Betty Sue was getting nervous. What should she do? She found herself at a club entrance and the man unlocked the door and led her in. In trying to question him where were they, he hushed her as he locked the door behind him. He swept her into a side office, pushed her onto the couch and told her to strip...

Dishevled and confused, Betty Sue limped down the street, trying to find her way to the banquet hall. Her pussy was dripping of semen and she confessed her own juices. She had never had so many orgasms, in fact, it felt like for one hour she had been in a constant state of cumming, over and over again. His cock, that huge black thing that wouldn't even fit in her mouth, that took two hands to fully wrap around, had ripped her apart. He raped her, yet all she could think about was the ecstacy of that big, fat, black cock insider her pussy. Just thinking about it was about to make her cum again!

When she arrived at the banquet hall she immediately went into the ladies' room to clean up. She was confused, excited, worn out, about to cry when an older, very elegant woman walked in. Betty Sue recognized her immediately - Linda Greystone, the wife of the CEO of the company her husband worked for, based in their corporate headquarters in Chicago. Linda noticed the younger woman on the verge of tears and tried to comfort her. Confused about what just happened to her, Betty Sue just had to tell someone and that someone was Linda.

Linda was shocked at her story and tried to comfort the poor girl. She was even more shocked that her rapist was bold enough to get Betty Sue's hotel room number and inform her that he would be there tomorrow at 10 am and expected her to be ready for him. Linda told her not to worry, that she would take care of everything.

Linda showed up at Betty Sue's room at 9:45. She told her to relax and sit on the couch, that she would handle this brute. Right at 10 o'clock there was a knock on the door. Linda opened it and in walked this huge black man - who then introduced his two friends, fellow security/bouncers from the club...

 

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I was hoping that you'd write it up and submit it to the story side... it's been a while since you submitted there, but your earlier submissions, and posts here, suggest that you should again. if you have time & want to...

 

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I was hoping that you'd write it up and submit it to the story side... it's been a while since you submitted there, but your earlier submissions, and posts here, suggest that you should again. if you have time & want to...

Thanks for the encouragement and feeding germs of ideas that allow my imagination to spin free! I actually have at least 5 incomplete stories piling up. Somehow the idea of just sitting down and finishing them doesn't seem to appeal to me these days - I much prefer playing with the ideas than actually completeing them - seems to be the story of my life! lol

 

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Thanks for the encouragement and feeding germs of ideas that allow my imagination to spin free! I actually have at least 5 incomplete stories piling up. Somehow the idea of just sitting down and finishing them doesn't seem to appeal to me these days - I much prefer playing with the ideas than actually completeing them - seems to be the story of my life! lol

stamina is my issue - I seem to have lost the ability to write single scenes, and after a day of work, lack the alertness to compose... so, allowing for that brief spot of morning with coffee and the radio news, it seems to take months to complete a single saga... not like my earlier days, when I kept it down to a couple of thousand words, and could do a story in an evening or a weekend...

but you do have enough imagination and talent, and the audience is over on the story side... plus, this forumopf course is Story Ideas, not Story Posting...

 

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I have to admit, I haven't read everything (to much text), but just to add this:

when I think about a woman on a windy day, the first image that comes to my mind is Marilyn Monroe and her famous upskirt scene. Now combine that with "no underwear" ...

And another thing: a few years ago (well 21 years, to be exact) my school class and I made a 1 week vacation on an island in the northern sea. Overall, it was nice, warm and sunny, but there was also a day where the wind was blowing very strong. You really could "lean" against the wind. It took a lot of power to walk against the wind.

Oh, last but not least: there was a small part of the beach, that was reserved for nudists ...

Now think about it: the weather is nice and warm, so there is this young girl/mature woman (whatever you prefer) who is skinny dipping.
However, the weather on the coastline can change fast (at least on the coast of the northern sea). So suddenly, it is getting windy and the nice, white clouds are replaced by dark rain clouds.
Even for someone who doesn't know much about the weather, it is obvious: a storm is coming up. It wont take long until it starts to rain like mad. She better hurries up and goes back to her hotel. Usually, she would put on her bikini (or some underwear), but she really has to save time, so she just puts on her thin summer dress, and nothing else. She stores her bikini in her bag. Maybe she even goes barefoot, to save time (this could be an addition to the story, if she cuts her foot on a sharp stone).

Anyway, the way from the nudist beach to her hotel is like 1 mile - so before she reaches the hotel, she is caught by the storm. From time to time, her dress blows up, but no one is near, so she isn't embarassed about that ... and then the rain sets in.
The wind is blowing stronger and stronger. Her soaking wet dress is clinging to her body. And the wind is blowing up sand from the beach, so she has to cover her eyes. She loses her bag with her bikini in, but since she can hardly see a thing, she just keeps on walking ....

Suddenly, she runs into something - it is a guy.

"What are you doing out here in this storm? Come on into my house, where you can warm up and wait until the storm is over."

They go inside "maybe you should take your dress off - it is totally wet, you may get ill, if you keep it on."
"well, I have nothing underneath it. I lost my bag with my bikini some time ago."
"I can give you a blanket, to cover."
While the guy is looking for a blanket, she takes her dress off and stands naked in the middle of the room. After all, everybody was able to see her nude at the beach - and since he is looking so handsome, she has no problem to be nude in front of him ...