Neighbor Duties.

 Kelsie tours her new neighbor's home after he says, "Howdy."

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Wednesday night before Thanksgiving, 2010

Kelsie Bluebook jogged down the Ocean View sidewalk, boobily bouncing as she did. Her ass, scarcely contained by her shorts, clapped like the chorus of a gospel choir, and it was worshiped as such. Her hair was blonde with an e, her nails were fresh as a farmer's market, her eyes were the color of Blue No. 2 food coloring, industrial grade. Her sports bra was twice as strong as Atlas, for it had to hold up two colossal globes, not one.

Every morning, Kelsie went for a jog around the neighborhood. Every morning she became a new teenage boy's fantasy or elicited a 'tut tut' from the prudish nuns who lived up the street.

She trotted past her new next door neighbor, Chuck, letting his dog out for a walk. He gazed at her bouncing form, hazel eyes wide as the moon.

He was no slouch himself, as Kelsie could see from the tight grey sweatpants he wore while letting his dog out for the morning. His cock was the side of a grandfather clock's pendulum. As mighty as a sledgehammer. A woman needed a heavy machinery license to ride him. He could body shame a sperm whale.

Jenna’s Cousin Mia: Part 2

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Jenna’s Cousin Mia: Part 1

Jenna's teenage cousin turns up at the vicarage.

A Series in 17 parts, by Blacksheep. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

 It was the second Sunday after Trinity. Over at St Michael's vicarage, the morning eucharist had finished and Reverend Morris and his wife Jenna were discussing the upcoming events in the church calendar.

"Josh gets ordained next month, so that'll be a fun occasion. Big party over at his place. He's so excited for that day to come. It's been remarkable how he's come out of his shell. When he joined our church as curate a year ago, he was so nervous and shy. Now look at him." Reverend Morris said.

Erica’s Man: Part 2

A Friend Had No Idea What Her Daughter Wanted for Her Birthday.

by MysteryTe.  Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories

"Of course! I'd love to come her 18th celebrate with you all!"

It was the only response to the invitation. Emma was the daughter of teacher friend of mine, Alice, who I'd worked with a few years ago but kept in touch with after moving schools. I'd actually taught Emma in one of my first classes and as a friend of the family, had been invited to a small-ish gathering at their house for her 18th. Normally, they'd have had a bigger party, my friend had said, but with Covid still spreading, they were having a few family friends round to the garden on the Saturday evening before Emma headed out that night with her friends.

Erica’s Man: Part 1

The Wedding Night. My Wedding Night turned out to be more than I bargained for! 

by MysteryTe.  Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories

We got married in August, and the day was perfect. Everything that needed to go well, did. The weather was beautiful, the food was delicious, and the party was amazing. Most of all, my bride, Erica, was perfection. She always is, of course. She's 28, slim, slightly above average height, with small but pert breasts and a pretty face. Her legs are firm and toned, and so is her bum. That day, she seemed to transcend beyond her normal gorgeousness though, leaving me stunned. Her long strawberry blonde hair held in waves and her dress... I'd never seen a more breath-taking sight as when she walked down the aisle.

Beverly’s Ride: Part 2

 I help a female classmate with a ride to school and get surprising dividends.

by senor longo. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

 

Saturday, March 25, 1961.

I worked, as usual, until one and then drove home for lunch before I mowed the lawn and raked leaves for another hour, finishing at 4:30 so I could shower and take a short nap before dinner and dressing for a “party.” I knew that was a waste of time, but I had to maintain appearances. I had told Mom I was going to a party. I thought of it as a white lie because I knew there would be a lot of really close dancing and celebrating taking place. However, I couldn’t reveal that we’d be naked at the time.

Beverly’s Ride: Part 1

I help a female classmate with a ride to school and get surprising dividends.

by senor longo. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

 

Thursday, March 23, 1961.

It was the days of doo-wop diners and drive-in movies. Poodle skirts and saddle shoes.

My mom was having one of those “oops” babies; one of those pregnancies that come totally unplanned, which this definitely was. I’m Richard, 18 and a high school senior, and because Mom had to spend the next four months in bed, I was able to drive her car to school rather than take the school bus. After reaching the school and realizing that I was early I drove through some of the parallel streets behind it, looking for friends who were “walkers” who might want a ride.