Early May 1983
The Bandit blinked, and suddenly it was May. How the hell did this happen, he wondered idly to himself as he crossed the wide lawn before the Student Union, listening to the chatter and laughter of the May Day crowds, the last crazy dance before Reading Period and finals began. One minute I’m a freshman, wet behind the ears and pimply and terrified and excited and happy all at the same time, and the next thing you know it’s almost over!
The hot sun beat down upon his back and shoulders, turning his pale skin brown at the edges of his tank top. His jeans were hot and uncomfortable in the baking, humid air, but he still couldn’t bring himself to wear shorts. His sandals, already worn through, chafed his feet as he stalked across the grass, looking idly from side to side at the revelers and the booths [ ...continue reading "PART 8: This Is How It Ends "Bandit"" ]
Taking him by the hand, I led him over to my black leather couch. I sat down and told him to kneel in front of me. I soon spread my legs and he got the picture. His long moist tongue was soon spelling out the alphabet on my swollen clit. It penetrated my juicy interior causing me to moan and arch my hips. I wasn’t sure how much more I could take so I grabbed his head and brought it up to my lips. I wanted to taste myself so I kissed him long and hard. At this point I was ready, I wanted his beautiful cock inside [ ...continue reading "Witness" ]
Once again I had gotten burned. It happens time and again, but I never learn. But then again, it’s not always all that bad. Maureen is the departmental secretary/receptionist for a systems group at Merrill Lynch, and I met her while working there on a contract. She is attractive and sexy, and after some very limited conversation, I started fantasizing about making it with her. Somewhere along the line I started losing touch with reality and believing I had a chance with her … that’s how I get burned. After leaving Merrill I had barely established a pleasant acquaintance with her, but I already was starting to believe she wanted me. After a few months of being away from there, I was engaged in full-blown, wet masturbatory fantasies about a willing and eager Maureen finally getting the chance to satisfy me.
Well, the bubble burst, as it usually does, 3 [ ...continue reading "On the Job" ]
I have come to your office looking for a job. Your secretary has shown me to your private office and closed the door behind her. You rise to shake my hand, and I try to be subtle as my eyes move over you. You offer me a seat in a large chair opposite your desk, and I sit, crossing my legs.
“So what are your qualifications?” you ask, and I notice that you are staring at where my skirt has ridden up, revealing a glimpse of creamy white thigh above my dark stockings. I begin to tell you of my job experience, but you are not listening. Your green eyes are roaming over my body.
“Are you wearing anything under that skirt?” you ask. I blush, and murmur “No,sir.” “Uncross your legs and spread your legs apart,” you order me. The authority in your rough voice starts my juices flowing. As [ ...continue reading "Office Girl" ]