Ooops..posted before I finished writing..blame it on the blondness.
This is an open thread with some restrictions
BEFORE you post, you MUST post in the OCC.. at the very least character and ideas..dont want this to get too out of hand
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that being said and done..lets get this ball rolling
IC:
Andrea Sommers was frustrated with a capital F. Once again her husband was out of town for the next 3 weeks. A weak note and the occasional phone call when he was on the road.
It had been literally months since he had sensually touched her, and that was a drunken fumbling after his last brief sojourn home. Five minutes of unsatisfying pawing.
And now she was resorting to this.
She lay on her big king sized canopied bed masturbating with a vibrator she got as a gag gift 8 years ago. Masturbating and thinking of other men.
Younger men.
Younger men with hard slim athletic bodies and massive endowments. Young handsome freash faced men, looking barely old enough to pass for legal. Boys really..boys her sons age of 18.
Boys like his friends.
In her minds eye she could see them..pawing at her. Tearing of her clothes. Taking her roughly, and making her enjoy it against her will.
She pulled a big thick nipple imagining a tongue there, licking, nibbling. She thrust her long vibrator into her depths imagining the hard thrustings.
She took her hand and sensuaslly pushed two fingers, then a third into her mouth. Imagining their thick young tools begging for release in her throat.
These were sick thoughts, but the only ones who coud get her off anymore. And besides , it was only fantasy.
She would always be faithful.
Wouldnt she?
OCC:
Andrea Sommers
43
thick chestnut hair in slight curls down to her shoulders
Dark bedroom eyes
of Greek descent.. Sommers being her married name
full hips
olive coloured tanned skinn
a fullample bosom which gravity is slowly taking care of, but her ample double d's are still a sight to behold.
unshaved pussy
Byron is 20 years old, two years out of high school. He is transfer student to the local Staue University campus. He has rented a house (along with three other guys --- he needs roommates, guys!) in the neighborhood. At 6'2, 190#, and a competitive swimmer, Byron is buff, blond, clean shaven (everywhere), long, lean, and strong. He is also hung like a horse, a fact that has gotten him into many beds over the past 6 years. His first older womanwas his junior high math teacher wo caught him jerking off one day and...well, anyway, he's loved older women since. Today Byron is looking for a little work cleaning pools...something to help pad his entertainment budget.
IC:
Dressed in baggies and a t-shirt and old sneaker, Byron hadn't had a good possibility all morning and was about to give it up. "Shit, no beer this weekend," he cursed to no one in particular.
One more street, 10 more houses, then back home. He went up to the third house, "Sommers". He knew a kid at school who'd been bullshitting about a local woman...Byron tried to remember... Annie, andy? something like that. Anyway, the lady was HOT looking...really gorgeous, the guy said, and looked like she was ripe.
"Ahhh, bullshit, there's never one like that." Byron was in a pissy mood as he rang the bell. "One last house, then I'm out of here...."
OOC
ProfessorDavid Cunningham, 5 feet 10, brown hair and blue eyes, a well off 45 year old.Englishman (he receives an annual income from the family estates in England).
He is a lecturer at the Cities University, and soon discovered how attractive American females foumd his posh accent, as well as his resemblance to a certain Hugh Grant.
He lives directly opposite the Sommers family, and drives an imported English Morgan.
OC
There she is again, lying on her bed, playing with herself, and using that dildo of hers. I just wish my binoculars were stronger, but at least she cannot see me, back here in the shadows of my bedroom.
I can see her pulling her nipples now, as she fucks herself. my oh my she is a hot one. What the fuck is her husband thinking about, leaving her alone so much.
I sometimes wonder if I should make a move on her, I could do with a real woman to play with, make a change, OK all the young pussy I get offered on campus is great, but there is no substitute for experience.
It is obvious that Mrs Sommers is looking, hell, when her sons friends call, and hubby is away, out she comes, mini skirt, short t-shirt showing off her tits. almost begging for it. She only needs a sign, "Young cock wanted, free fucks on tap"
Mmm, I wonder if her next door is home, now there is a lady I could go for, oh fuck yes.
Hello, whats this, some young guy at the Sommers door, and her upstairs with a pussy full of plastic. Ah ha, she is grabbing her robe, this could be fun.
OOC: Danica, 25. Married for 5 years to a wonderful loving husband. They have 2 children, 5 and 3, both girls. And even though they have a good relationship outside the bedroom, Danica is very frustrated. While sex is generally good with her husband she longs to be dominated. She wants to be tied so she can't move and be helpless. She thinks she might be into pain play, but as she has never done it she's not sure. So she decides if the opportunity presents itself, she'll go for it.
IC: For once the kids were gone for the weekend. Their grandmother had taken them camping. Connor was gone too at a convention for store managers. The house was clean for once without the 2 mini-tornado's whirling around, throwing toys everywhere. So, with nothing to do, she took a romance novel and laid on a lawn chair in the front yard to sun herself.
She didn't read right away, but looked up into the blue sky, thinking. Why did the convention have to be this weekend? The kids were finally gone and they wouldn't have to worry about making things quick in case the kids woke up, as they frequently did. Sure, he'd be back in 2 days, but so would the kids.
Not like it would be much differant anyway. Same ol' same ol'. Sex with Connor was great... if loving sex was always what she wanted. But she had fantasies of bondage and a little pain. She had once asked Connor about that. And while he said he'd have no problem tying her, he refused to do anything that involved hurting her.
Sighing loudly, thinking he just didn't understand she delved into her book.
OOC: Mary O'Donnell
42 years old
Married to an Airlines Pilot who is rarely home
Long, curly black hair
Blue Eyes
Irish descent - Her grandparents were born in Galway
36D-28-36
Pussy shaven except for a "landing strip"
No children
She and her husband maintain an "open" marriage
IC: Mary was tired of watching TV. She stood and walked outside to enjoy the sun. She saw Danica lying on her lawn lounger reading. Catching the younger woman's eye, Mary waved.
Mary had often wondered about Danica and Conner. What would they say or do if she ever tried to seduce them?
Mary enjoyed such daydreams about her neighbors. She especially enjoyed daydreams of her best friend and neighbor, Andrea. Mary knew that Andrea was sexually frustrated. It showed. But Mary also knew that Andrea was fairly conservative. Mary didn't want to scare her off with any advances.
Even as she was thinking of just such a seduction, Mary noticed a young man walking up to Andrea's house. A handsome young man, Mary noted, wondering what, if anything, was up. Mary knew what would be UP if the young man came to her house. she smiled as such a sexual thought.
I decided to take a walk around the neighbourhood, as I used to do in England as a boy. Mrs Sommers was engaged in conversation with the young man at her door, I waved as I strolled away.
It truly was a beautiful day. as I approached the house where those two beautiful little girls lived, I saw their Mother, reclining on a lawn chair, reading a paperback book.
I even remembered her name, Danica, it was one of those names that one never forgets, I stopped by the fence to speak
Good afternoon Danica, I see you are partaking of the very pleasant weather today, but tell me, where are your delightful offspring my dear?
I looked up from a rather steamy scene from my romance novel to see the charming man from two houses down the street. With the smile he wore he looked quite a bit like she imagined the man in the book to have looked like. She was sure her face was flushed from getting a little bit too in to the book, but she smiled, hoping he wouldn't notice but knowing he would.
They're off camping for a couple days with their grandmother. For once I have some peace and quiet. I can't tell you how long it's been since I got to read more than one page at a time!
She smiled at me, seeming a little startled even, her face flushed.
So they are away, and the lovely lady has a chance to read, how divine, reading is such a peasure is it not. One day you must call round Danica, see my library, I am sure there would be somethig htere to please you. Come later if you like, your husband is most welcome also of course my dear.
I guessed her husband was away, and wondered if she really would come. She looked so delicious on the chair, I wanted to go and join her, but knew that it is best not to hurry things. Slow and steady, always paid dividends.
Looking down at my worn tattered book made me think about his invitation very seriously. I had read everytihng in my bookcase so many times. ..
You know, I would really like that! It's been a long time since I read anything new. Do you have some time now? If I start now, I could probably read a couple books by the time the girls get back."
She sat up in the reclining lawn chair and closed her book.
She replied almost instantly You know, I would really like that! It's been a long time since I read anything new. Do you have some time now? If I start now, I could probably read a couple books by the time the girls get back."
Well Danica, there is no time like the presentis there, shall we go?
I waited for her by the fence, wondering what she would think of the bondage prints in my library, oh well, I would soon know
Danica grabbed her keys, stuffed them in her pocket and closed the gate behind her. He told her about how large his library was and that there were a variety of subjects that were sure to capture her interest. She thought he put a small stress on the word capture, but maybe it was just the accent. They reached his front door and he ushered her inside, leading the way to the library.
She was a delightful lady I thought, as we strolled side by side. I let her in my house, and pointed her to the library.
I followed her in, she was standing there, in amazement, looking at my collections, I decided to help her.
Well dear Danica, here we are, I know it may seem a little overpowering, but really it isnt.
The wall in front of you is natural jistory, to the right is science. and the wall along this side is fiction, and erotica. There is a complete section devoted to Marquis De Sade, and all things connected, and another to the best erotic novels ever written.
Oh yes, please do not be embarrased by the prints I have in here, it is just a little bondage, and I assure, the persons involved are not in pain, just the opposite in fact.
I will leave you to look, while I make us some tea, and we can sit and chat, once you have made your choices
I smiled as I left her, thinking that maybe she had just found Aladdins cave
Danica studies the walls once she was left alone. She wondered if maybe she had walked into the house of a psycho... But everyone was entitled to thier own sexual pleasures. She had been thinking of the same thing just moments ago herself. These pictures just added to her frustration. And mixed with what she felt reading her book she a little turned on.
She selected a couple of fiction books. And after hesitating slightly selected an instructional book on bondage. If nothing else this weekend she could have fun on her own.
I returned, carrying the silver tray, containing the tea and English biscuits.
Ah, I see you have made your choice, good, please, come through to the sitting room, and we can have ur tea
Shje took a seat opposite me, watching as I poured the tea, and placed a small plate containing biscuits down for her.
Maybe I should explain my library to you. My father started the colection, many years ago, and I could not just dispose of them. SO when I moved here to the US, the books came also. I have of course aded a few titles. I do not want you thinking i am some sort of sex freak, I assure you that I am not.
Danica smiled, Not all David, not at all
OH, I see you have chosen a book on bondage, a good one too, do I take it that bondage is something you are interested in? I must admit, I have partaken of the pleasures occasionally, so, if you need any advice, ask away, ask away dear lady.
Oh dear, that is a shame, i wonder then, are you what is known as a submissive, or just curious? Either way, I would love to discuss it further with you, so, I have an idea.
I have a table booked at a little french restaurant off Main St, for dinner this evening.
Would you care to accompany me, my dear? All above board I assure you, I am after all, a gentle,am.
Joey Sommers was Tommy Bowlin's best friend, though Tommy was never quite sure if he was Joey's best friend, but they were both lived in the same neighborhood and hung out with the same group of guys.
Even though they were the same age and in the same grade, about to graduate from highschool, Tommy still looked pretty young. He still sported some 'babyfat' in his cheeks and hadn't sprouted much facial hair except some peach fuzz. A late bloomer.
Tommy was supposed to meet Joey and they were going to hit the bookstore, the new X-Men and Spiderman comics were due out today, but Tommy was late, his mom made him clean his room and the garage. Tommy figured Joey had met up with the rest of the guys and had gone on.
Tommy decided to go to Joey's and wait for him to get home. He was espeically anxious to see the new X-Men comic. This episode featured Storm. Tommy thought Storm was really cool.
Tommy hopped the fence between their backyards and walked across the lawn around the Sommer's new pool. (The guys hadn't swam in it much yet, the weather was just now turning warm enough.... )
Tommy opened the rear patio door, it was usually open and he and Joey were like second sons to their respective parents. They were both welcome to come and go and pretty much went into either home as they pleased.
Tommy got a soda out of the fridge and loped up the stairs.
He was about to go into Joey's room when he heard a strange noise from down the hall. It sounded like a moan. Maybe Joey's mom was hurt.....
"Mrs. Sommers? Are you okay?"
He looked in Mrs. Sommers bedroom. Tommy's face turned red as he realized what he was seeing. He stepped back, turned and tried to leave hoping he hadn't been seen and that Mrs. Sommers wouldn't be mad.. and tripped as he started down the stair.
He tumbled down with a loud clatter and hit his head near the bottom.
Andrea's eyes opened in a flash. Her heaving breaths stopped in a moment as her eyes locked with Tommy's.
My god, he was a man.
His face flushed and he turned away, then disspareaded from sight. There was a clanging and a soft moan from the bottom of her stairs.
Andrea panicked and got to her feet. This was horrible. Not only had he seen her in a private moment of passion, he could have pssibly hurt himself.
She rolled out of bed and ran to the stairs, uncaring that her sweaty naked form was about for all to see.Being a mother just caused certain instincts to kick in.
She moved swiftly and softly to the bottom of the stairs. Tommy lay there nursing his head.
Andrea knelt before him brushing away his hair to get a good look at his bumb, Her hand unconsciouslylaying on the inside of his thigh for support. He could smell her juices on her hand as she mothered him.
" Are you okay, Tommy, please tell me you're okay"
She leaned forward and kissed the top of his head and her heavy bust brushed against his lips.
Tommy sat holding his head, just a bit stunned... what happened... when Mrs. Sommers rushed down the stairs to see if he was all right.
"Geez.. Mrs. Sommers.... I'm sorry... I didn't mean to..."
She was checking to see if he had hurt himself, checking his ribs, his arms and his legs...
"Really Mrs. Sommers, I'm okay..." as he felt her momentarily grab his penis as she checked him for broken bones....
"Are you okay Tommy....?" she gave him a hug and Tommy suddenly realized... his face was buried against her tits. Tommy's face turned redder still.
"Gosh Mrs. Sommers, maybe I'd better go home." Tommy tried to get up to leave but sat back down hard, partly because he was still entwined in her arms and partly because his head was still ringing from the fall.
At first she thought it was a small can of bugspray in his poket as she grabbed his thight. There had been alot of mosquitos thisindian summer.
But it certainly wasnt.
Andrea couldnt believe what she had felt, she didnt think they could get that size.. She banished the thought. This was her son's best friend!!
"Gosh Mrs. Sommers, maybe I'd better go home."
Tommy tried struggling to his feet but began to plop down again, still dazed. Softly moaning. Andrea wanted to softly moan too.. damn these thoughts.
"Let me get you upstairs and get a closer look at you.." she said, realizing her accidental entendre
" To see if you're okay", she finished hurriedly with a flush to her cheeks.
She looped one of Tommy's strong arms around her shoulders and walked him up to her bedroom.
She laid him down on the bed. And knelt beside him. She brushed his hair back with one hand. Poor man. Her other hand with a mind of its own was softly caressing his washboard stomach
Should I really be going to dinner with a strange man? Danica thought as she waited. It was 7:25 and though she didn't know why, she was dressed in her sexiest little black dress. And why did she stuff the silk scarf in her handbag?
Oh well... I suppose when the cats away the mice will play...
A ripple of fear mixed with excitment coursed through her as the doorbell rang. She opened the door.
Wow Danica, gorgeous , simply gorgeous
I said, and kissed her cheek softly, it was the truth, a sexy black minidress, stockings too. It just got better by the minute
Come dear lady, your carriage awaits
I took her hand, eading her to the Morgan. the top was down, as it was such a fine evening. I got the impression she had never been in a sports car before, so I gave her the works. 110 on the freeway, then back into town. I could not help but notice her dress kept riding up, revealing the delicious white flesh above her stocking tops. I wondered, mm, yes I did.
We chatted amicably as I drove, she said she loved the feel of the silk scarves, so luxurious.
I smiled, glanced at her and said Yes, they are a little special arent they
I parked the car at the restaurant.......