The girls were bored. It was the night before their Sorority Formal. They’d shown each other their gowns and their new underwear sets. Now they were sprawled out on Terry’s big bed, wearing nothing but their silky bras and panties. Kat was a luscious redhead with long copper hair. Her friend Terry, affectionately known as Terror, was a well-built blonde. They’d been talking about sex and both of them were getting pretty horny. A contemplative silence had settled over the bedroom as they stared into each other’s eyes.
I walked with pride and self-assurance through United Space Station, Saturn Base One. My high heels clicked on the plastic- coated steel deck, echoing through the passageways, drawing attention to my long, shapely legs and short uniform skirt. It was a day I will never forget, the absolute best day of my long career. I was a tall, sexy, blonde and one of the newest Lieutenants in the fleet. I was so hot I glowed. All heads turned as I passed, male heads in desire, female heads in envy.
She Watched Me
After spending the day exploring a couple of towns in the Italian Alps, near the Swiss border, the last thing I wanted to do was laundry, but I had no choice. I had run out of underwear the day before and I had one more pair of clean socks.
My heart was still racing as I hung up the phone, his voice still in my head. I stretched out on my bed with a silly grin on my face. I know its something that will probably never happen, and maybe that’s what makes it all the more exciting. I began to play back our conversation in my head; nothing really sexual ever came up but his voice made my body tingle.
My high school graduation was a time of firsts. For my school, it was the first time every graduating student was over the age of 18. For my best friend, Cyndi, it was the first time she had the courage to prove her stepfather wrong about something and actually graduate. For me, it was the first time I had sex with a boy. And the first time I had sex with a girl. And the first time I had sex with more than one person at once – and…well you get the idea!
My wife is originally from India. When I married her, she was in her early twenties and her family had just immigrated to the US. Having been raised in a conservative background, she was always very shy about her body. I was always looking for ways to make her less inhibited. I wanted her to wear more revealing clothes, and to show off more of her body. I always found it a turn-on to have other men look at her. She had a slim, tight body and never failed to get attention from men wherever she went.
He was spending some of his nights cruising porn sites on the internet and I knew it. It didn’t really bother me all that much, our marriage was strong, and our sex life was vanilla-flavored but strong as well. I didn’t worry about him meeting someone and running away from home, even though that sort of story is so common now. We were too strong and happy together, we meshed well, our differences making us stronger as a pair.