Those embarrassing moments.

[warwood]

Tickle this.

This one isn't mine. It was a female friend. As a teenager she got herself into a predicament that turned out to be a real embarrassment. She is a good friend and it always holds true that when someone lets you in on those moments when your perceived vulnerability is at its highest. It says a lot about there trust of you. Yes, I did ask if I could write about it, now she thinks it hillarious in a embarrassing way. It involved a roll-on deodorant called "Tickle". Leave it to Madison avenue and great marketing to come up with a product so phallic. Well, I guess you know where this is going. In the bathroom, a little horny, alone, and yes she did. The little adventure then turned into a real embarrassment nightmare. In her enthusiasm she lost grip of the thing and it got "misplaced". After a considerable time trying to retrieve it with no success, yeah, you guessed it, off to the hospital. Well, it was a short stay but I can imagine the mortification of being there even if 99% of the people there had no clue to what was at hand or slipped out of it.

Here's a funny one. My parents were over, mom burns herself on the stove. She asks for some ointment for the small burn. I figure vaseline and get the jar from the nightstand and luckily open it and look into the jar to see some pretty prominent curly hairs in the jar. A quick, "hey I have some burn cream, hold on thats better for it" and i walked away from that one with just a smile and a swipe of the brow.

 

[warwood]

Shot in the night.

Here's another one that could be considered a rural legend. It deals with two buddies making plans to go fishing. They get together the previous night, stage all their stuff and pack the boat on the trailer. Early next morning they meet in the dark, outside one of their houses and hitch the truck to the boat and off they go. A couple of minutes after turning off the main road onto the gravel path towards the lake boat ramp, the lights go out on everything. They pull over and in the beam of the flashlight find the fuse that blew. It's and old style fuse the barrel type because its an old truck. Now what, they don't have a spare fuse. Well, while rumaging through the glove comparment they find a .22 caliber bullet. Hey, its almost an exact fit, yeah it'll work. They slap the round in and sure enough, it does work, and in no time at all they're back in the truck and rolling down the road. Now, electrical problems are usually associated with some heat, as a matter of fact, fuses work by burning a small calculated filament to break continuity. Well, even though the truck was running, it wasn't fixed and sure enough the short continued and the whole wiring system started heating up again, but with extreme results. Yeah, going down the road, the bullet heated and went off and shot the driver through the gonads.....his balls. Well, after the ambulance took the guy away, the police called the drivers wife to explain that he had been in an accident and had been shot and was headed to the hospital. According to the story, she just wanted to know if he had fished any and if so did he catch something and would it spoil if it didn't get refrigerated.

 

[Abner Devereaux]

Here's One . . . It was right after my 21st birthday. I was at a bar with my brother and some of his friends. At the time the bar had a sexy legs contest for both men and women. I brother tried to get me not to enter, but there happened to be two guys the I went to highschool that wanted me to enter to try and beat them. So, I entered the contest against 6 other guys....and I won. I was amazed that I won. One of the guys in the contest looked and was built like Dolph Lundgren. he was so pissed off that he wanted to take me outside and beat the shit out of me. I was lucky he friends stepped in and calmed him down. Later that night I saw him talking to the girl who won the woman's sexy leg contest, he asked her to dance but she turned him down. After seeing this, I then made my way toward the girl (whos' name was Dee Dee...and the name fit DD) and asked her to dance. She wasted no time in saying yes, then to throw salt in Dolph's wounds, we walked right past him to the dance floor. It was the best night of my life. Now you may be wondering...where is the embarssing part? About a month or so... I got a new boss at my job. The first night we worked together, he said that I looked familiar...then he said, You are the guy who won the sexy leg contest. I turned bright red, then he proceeded to tell everyone about that night. It would have been a better story if my new boss would have been Dolph..but it wasn't.

 

[warwood]

I C U

I have to admit, that looking back on it now. Alot of my embarrassing moments were self induced. I've never thought of myself as a exhibitionist but I certainly never hesitated to get one on where it presented itself. I had a long term relationship in college with a girl and I think we must have had sex in at least 200 bathrooms. It never failed, we'd get to a party, mingle, get horny, retire to the bathroom and with my pants around my ankle and her skirt pulled up to her waist, we'd get busy. Guys generally barge in stand there to get a good look, fain an apology and step out. Girls on the other hand want to mingle. We were in one party and eventually made it to the restroom if you can call it that, and started going at it. Had her on the sink, head banging off the medicine cabinet mirror when the door opens a cute face pops in and says, hey guys, I can't wait. She steps in, pulls her jeans down over her hips and sguats on the bowl. I'm still jack hammering away and my girlfriend is smiling, head thrown back, eyes closed, who knows where she is. This girl is now fixed on the whole scene being at face level with the action while sitting on the bowl next to us. A big smile on her face and while the audible trickle of relief can be heard amongst the moans, and slurps of whats going on, she says, you guys are having fun. Then she reaches over and grabs my balls as I'm screwing my girl friend. Well, actually she just flattened her hand and held it flat under them so my balls could scrape her palm and they swung. She was obviously done, but she wasn't going anywhere. I didn't mind and my girlfriend, truthfully I don't think it had registered yet. Well, it escallated quickly and in no time, this party goer was under the sink and licking up a storm. She was what blew us over the edge as she mouthed my nuts and pressed a finger into my dates ass. Well, she just slinked over to the tub and sat on the edge of it as she watched us dress. She almost got clocked in the kisser from my date as we left the bathroom, she reached out and grabbed my hand and pulled on it and said, can I be next? My girlfriend reacted by snatching my hand from hers and said, bitch get your own, such selfishness and after getting such a good finger poke.
Now my confession, ten minutes later, that girl was hand palms flat in the tub, head hanging inside, waist draped over the tub edge and her ass pointing straight in the air getting slammed like there was no tomorrow. I apologized that it was going to be quick but such is life. At the end, the turned to the dark side and the devil came out of me, literally. Just as I was about to let loose, I pulled out and came all over her back, I mean all over. Ass, skirt, blouse, hair. I closed the door behind me with her still in that position.

 

[warwood]

Big brother.

Everytime I remember one of these incidents and write about it, it makes me feel like I'm getting deeper into something. A realization, or something. Well, the truth is I've always been insatiable when it comes to sex. Maybe I'm just looking for love in all the wrong places? Isn't that a song? This one I can blame on being young and foolish. It involves my eldest brother, of which I still think he resents what happened, so many years ago.
I was 16 or 17 at the time. My mom had for all purposes retired and stayed at home. She started a day care in our home. One of the mothers that brought her little daughter to mom was also a real close neighbor, she lived about two or three houses down from us. She was gorgeous to my 17 year old eyes, and I never hesitated to help her out with the groceries from the car or anything else she asked. I believe she was 28 at the time. I'm the youngest of three brothers and the gossip was that my elsest brother used to hang out with her alot. Well, it seemed like a long time before I got the courage to ask her what she did on the weekends, if she would go to the movies with me, and she agreed! Subsequent "dates" followed and in our playful conversations she admitted to me that if she drank it was the end of her because she lost all inhibitions. What! The next time I went over I had a bottle of wine in a bag. Now, before I continue, let me preface all this by saying that I approached my brother and did ask if anything was going on with him and her. He denied anything was going on.
It was late, we were laying in the livingroom rug side by side, infront of the TV, on our bellies, a blanket and two pillows under us. Two glasses and a two thirds empty bottle of cheap wine. We were watching some movie on HBO and a scene came on where there was some love making and they were kissing on the screen when she said, thats not how you kiss passionately. I threw caution to the wind and said, is this passionate and when she turned to face me, I planted a good one on her lips. You could probably hear my heart pounding in my chest when she didn't back away from me. We just pressed our lips together and it was so natural to intertwine and roll our tongues together. We slowly parted from each other and she smiled and said, I'll be right back. I laid there as she got up and my mind started racing with all kinds of thoughts, I had blown it, she was going to throw me out in just a minute. I laid there, face down, head on my hands. I heard her walking through the whole house locking the place up, turning lights off, until only the glow of the TV was the only light. She laid down next to me in the same position as before, but this time she was wearing alot less. I wasn't going to blow it now, so I turned to her and this time, she was going to see it coming. We kissed, we touched, I undressed, and she made me float away in so many ways. What can I say, at that age I could get hard, stay hard, and cum so many times that the last two or three were dry cums. i'd orgasm and nothing would come out.
This went on for months, we already had out time to get together. She abused me to no end and I loved it. I'd knock and she'd answer the door wearing a nightgown, we'd kiss with such passion the mintue the door closed behind us. She'd pin me to the hallway wall and straddle my thigh and hump it, while we continued kissing. My leg felt like it was going to catch fire from the friction and the rubbing and what used to get her over the edge was suckling her nipples. We kiss and I'd pull away and open the front of her gown and take one then the other and she'd spasm tightly gripping my one thigh leg with her thighs. She'd kneel in front of me and pull my pants down so she could pry my dick laying down the inside of my pants leg. By then, and after all this leading up, she'd suck it two or three times and I just explode, legs spread, back flat against her cold wall, just inside her front door. It just kept escalating, these weekday late night meetings. I stay'd longer and longer each time. We started going further and further into her house each visit, no longer just inside the front door. We now made the kitchen our place for these encounters. I'd pull out a chair form fer little dinnette set and sit in the dark kitchen, naked from the waist down. She straddle me and grab the back of the chair like she was riding a bicycle, and do some riding of her own. She loved this position because I could mouth her perky breasts and hold them to my lips and suck on her inflamed nipples.
Our affair ended very sudden, she was on the pill, and I would cum in her regularly. It could have been one of two things. We caught my brother peeking through the window, it ended about two weeks after that. he might have given me the mother of all cock blocks and scared her into stopping. Or she got pregnant! I don't know the answer to why, but it was sudden and the next thing I knew, she had moved and she was gone.

 

[warwood]

Pole dance.

I have a confession to make. Though I loved my wife dearly, I was unfaithful to her early in the marriage. We met in the Marine Corp and married in the service. I've always had a pension for mechanical work. Since I can remember you couldn't leave me alone with anything mechanical or soon I'd be tearing it apart. Seeing what made it tick or function. Now that I think about it. I've treated alot of people in the same way. Press there buttons to see their reaction.
Anyway, I hit the mother load in NC. Never saw a place with more junked basket case motorcycles anywhere. Built 5 in three years. One of my last, was a 72 Wideglide. Yeah, I know, AMF, what can i say. That bike put me through anything and everything that could go wrong with a bike, that one did it. Well, I used to take the bike out for rides on those hot summer nights, and I found a nice bar, ok, a strip joint across town that was a good stopping point.
The very first night I went in there, she was up on the stage. Local laws didn't permit full nudity if liquor was sold. But damn she was fine. All i know is that the minute I walked in, leather jacket, chaps, white t-shirt, shit now that I think about it I must have looked like the mustached guy in the village people. Our eyes met and I sat down with a beer and could have sworn she was dancing just to me. I stepped outside and had a smoke and she followed and that was the start to it all. We'd meet every other day there and after a while, we'd spend more time outside the place talking then anything else. I never made a move on her, we just talked. About her live-in that sold weed, about my bike, about people she knew in town and family and friends. Then one night when i got there she had an admirer that was pestering her. We went over to a corner of the bar and she mentioned that the guy was a non-stop annoyance so i said well lets go outside. we walked out and had this spot we used to hang out at. it was in the alleyway between the bar and the building next door. She was sitting on a wooden box that stood at my waist level. we lit up and were smoking our cigarettes when sure enough a mintue later the guy came out. She was sitting on the box and i was standing next to her but when the guy emerged around the corner, she pulled me to her and wrapped her legs around my waist and we started tongue duelling. She fit like a glove and we were just molded to each other. The guy noticed and got in his car and left. Well, I thought that was it, but we didn't break the embrace. it escalated quickly and as if we planned all this or had done it before many times. She reached down and freed me from inside my jeans and her g-string got pulled over to the side and we consummated our friendship. She whispered to let her know, I knew what she meant. When i got close, she dove off the box and pushed back against the same box's side, pinned by my cock in her mouth, I came. She stood up, smiled, wiped her chin and said, I have to go back in. And that was the start of my affair. The embarrassment came form the fact that due to what she did for a living, she had no shame whatsoever. We screwed and I got many a blowjob, even a double suck with her and a friend in that alleyway. Now terror, terror is working as a bartender and her coming in and sitting down and me serving her a drink and talk about when she was going to wrk. Then guess who walks in and sits at the bar next to her, yeah, the old lady, and I even introduced them to each other!

 

[warwood]

All in the family.

I guess eventually, I'll have told all of my stories. But until then, here's another. I had a friend that lived next door. Lou was a cool guy, we went to grammer school together and grew up playing little league and summer camp. He was one of the few kids that had a single parent, his mom was divorced and what a woman. Back then of all the kids that went over to his house, I bet half were there to see his mom around the house. She was a vixen to say the least and had a greatly appreciated habit of going topless all the time. many a young boner was gotten from watching her cleaning the house and seeing those perpetually stiff nipples sliding visibly back and forth under the fabric of her top. Short shorts, halter tops, you name it.
Well, I can blame her as much as myself for what happened. I went over to his place looking for him and he wasn't home. She obviously wasn't expecting company because she was still in a nightie. I couldn't pass it up, and who would know. I asked for a glass of water and through the back door I stepped into the kitchen and just stood there trying to hide my growing arousal. if you caught the light coming through the window just right, it was almost see-through. So I quickly step up behind her and sit in one of the kitchen table chairs and when she turns, it was like a halo and that dark patch between her legs. Well, I guess she noticed my dashed looks and sneeked peeks. I tried to make some small talk and asked what she was doing, laundry all the laundry. I in an attempt at trying to get some points and delaying the inevitable departure said she should be having to do all that by herself. I left and was honestly looking for Lou when about an hour later I went back to his house and sure enough, there she was and still in the outfit. This time she said he should be back real soon and I should stay and wait for him. Oh man, an invitation to stay and just get my fill of this spectacle. Sure I said, I'll help you with the laundry. She was gathering the clothes in the whole house, hampers, bedding, towels, this was going to be a field day. She went upstairs and took what i thought was a little long in coming back, and left to my own devices and imagination, I was enjoying every mintue. My dick was stretched down the leg of my jeans, it was time to adjust and as luck would have it, she comes into the kitchen and I've got a handful of cock and trying to get it to lay comfortably in my pants. Yeah, she didn't miss it and though I tried not to make any eye to eye contact with her as I fumbled to hide my state, I did catch her big smile. It didn't help any that she asked me to carry the basket full of clothes down to the basement where the laundry was. Well I made a quick dash for the basket, I could hold it infront of my crotch and hide my bone. Oh, did I fail to mention the she changed while she was upstairs. She came down wearing a pair of linen shorts and halter top that was......well, a definite fuck me outfit if I ever saw one. Well the first trip went fine, but my dick wasn't going down, on the contrary as I walked and my dick slid inside my tight jeans, it was getting a continous massage and oh so harder.
I was a little panicked by now but kept trying to hide my dick, honestly I was digging the shit out of it. Every so often I'd catch a glimpse of the side of the halter top and could see her tit just suspended there, I was dizzy. Well, I made a trip up got a basket and as I was coming down the wooden stairs down into the basement, we met at the foot of the steps. I side stepped and she did the same, I went the other way, she followed, we did this three or four times and she laughed out loud and snatched the basket from my hands. BUSTED! She was standing on the basement concrete floor, I was two steps up, and when the basket was pulled away, my dick was almost at face level with her. She made no attempt to look away, she just looked at it and smiled.
I still had some hope at not being completely mortified by her catching me with a hard-on, and as she turned I leaped off the stairs and said, hey, let me do that. We kind of spung around the basket between us and as we almost crashed against the washer she let the basket go, but grabbed something else. she fucken grabbed my cock under the basket I was holding at my waist. I froze in place, I think I didn't take another breath for about 30 seconds. She just looked at me over the basket and just stroked the whole length of it, up and down with a cupped palm. She eventually had to reach up and take the basket from my hands and place it on the top of the washer. She turned to me and reached out again and grabbed a hold of it. This time I didn't have the basket, it was twice as intense looking down and watching her fingers cup the ridge my cock made down my levis. I couldn't have moved if I wanted to, I just stood there as she undid the top brass button and unzipped me. My pubes puffed out of my fly and I remember thinking, shit, I have no underwear on, what will she think! It came out and this time she stroked it like she was sliding a hand over a tennis racket handle sticking out of my pants. She started sucking it bent over at the waist, face tilted sideways and then just knelt down and it was too much for me. She didn't get to be at it for a minute before I stiffened and wow, I just exploded in her mouth. She reacted with such pleasure and actually went down on it and took as much as she could and turned her head from side to side pivoting on my dick. Twisting her head as if trying to screw her mouth with it. She kept licking at it, I could feel her tongue and every swirl it made past my head. She got up, and smiled, I just stood there with my dick hanging out of my pants, and she turned and started pulling clothes out of the basket sitting on top of the washer between us.
This wasn't over, hell no, she drew first, I reached out and grabbed and ass cheek, it was so warm and firm. She kept pulling clothes out as I stepped closer and my finger tips slide down to the edge of the shorts and I slide it between her ass and touched her pussy. It had a thick growth of pubic hair and my middle finger felt her pussy lips and moist center. I didn't stop, and minutes later, belly pressed against the washing machine, basket under her heaving tits, both hands tightly fisted clutching a towel and pulling at it as if trying to tear it apart. Eyes closed and mouth opened as she panted, her ass thrown back and legs spread and on her tippy toes, she came and smashed her face deep into the basket and let out a wail, muffled by the pile of clothes. I left a half hour later after the first wash load was in. This wasn't our last time either, but thats for another time.

 

[warwood]

The photo album.

Pictures are a double edged sword. They, capture a moment in time, and in this everchanging world we live in, they sometimes come back to haunt you. I've met a couple of people that have drawers full of torn pictures, you know the ones. They are all missing a cresent piece of the head of someone your standing next to. As if you can change history or the memory of them by editing with a tear. Or the scramble to hide a shot of back in those days with that hairdo or those bellbottom pants. That little shred of just your face, where's the rest of the picture? Anyway, I still take a lot of pictures and digital has that omnipotent ability to allow you to erase those moments that don't meet to the expectations and everchanging now.
But some of us hold on the whole picture. As a badge of courage, of endurance, of shame and a hundred other reasons. This happened to me, I was or 23 at the time. Had just been deployed to another unit. Shit it was a whole different base. I went from 8th Marines in Camp Geiger to main side, Camp Lejuene. Went from a grunt infantry company to heavy weapons in support of 2nd MARDIV. Something to do with my guaranteed MOS, (military occupational specialty). Anyway, I was the new kid on the block, and was getting introduced around the squad bay, settling in, you know, meeting the new family. As I walked past this guys rack and war locker a scream came from across the bay. "Hey Jim, show him the album". I voice came from next to me, I turned and saw this guy just standing there in his boxers. "Hey, want to see some nice shots"? So, just to be friendly I said to the guy sure! He turns and digs through his metal closet standing next to his bed and he pulls out a tattered thick red photo album, and with an outstretched arm hands it to me. I sit next to him on his bed and a crowd quickly gathers around us. Some of these guys have seen this before, they're there for a second or third goaround. I turn the first page and its a portrait shot, wow, she a looker, easy on the eyes! She's maybe 24 or 25, honey blond hair, awesome figure. The second page is clearly home pictures taken in the livingroom of some house. looks like they're going out, she's dressed to the T's. A tight black spagetti strap dress, fuck me pumps, hey it's time to make the expected comments. Wow, I say, who's this babe? He jestures with a wave of indifference, oh she's just my ex-old lady. I'm thinking, ok, a little bitterness here. I turn the page again and shes changed, not in a bad way, but shes looks a little party worn. The hair not quite all together, make-up a little smeared, eyes a little glazed, damn, she 's got a buzz on! next picture, she's posing! Next one, she's reaching for her dress strap. next comes the dress, and bang! We have tits! It got better from there. Page after page, less and less, then the ass shot, standing, seated, oh, oh, I see beaver. Wow, full beaver, exposed beaver spread beaver, no, no, this is turning into a gynocological manual all of a sudden! I mention, dude, four fingers, oh thats nothing, keep looking. Hey, we're out in the desert. Beautiful terra cotta colored mountains in the background. She naked on the sand, then kneeling, then, hey who's that dude next to her, is that you? Who's taking the pictures? He says no, its not him. Oh! I'm thinking hey, this guys a swinger. The the pictures get a little graphic and definitely prove the ladies got an appetite. The pictures get funny for me, everyone is looking at the pictures, I'm past that. I'm thinking of the mechanics of how you would have to position yourself to get that angle of balls and that close up of her pussy taking all that in! the crowd around us is now moaning and groaning with ever turn of the page. shit, I'm getting a chubby! With every page the dicks are changing, all different colors and shapes and sizes and his ex-wife, what a trooper, so much enthusiasm.
So, I'm thinking, hey you never know, I might meet this lady some day so I ask. So, where is she now? Oh we broke up. No, you didn't, but why? Well, we had this deal that we could play with others but always together. So, I ask? Well, she started and then liked playing on her own, whenever she wanted to, without me. Oh, I see. I had to leave him with a word of encouragement. Well, it looks like you were there for the good years I said. And you have this great album to remember it all with. He smiled and I closed and handed the album back to him, gently, as if a precious thing. He smiled but didn't make eye contact with me, and I laid the book in his upturned palms on his lap, almost as if he was holding a baby. I walked away thinking, poor guy, why didn't I meet him three years earlier!

 

[warwood]

Family Reunion

It's taken me a while to get up the courage to write about this one. I guess I had to convince myself that all the parties involved would never be identified. So, if I seem a little less then forthcoming with certain details, please understand. I was taking that dreaded road trip to the in-laws. Oh, they were great and I always had a great time there, but it was the length of the trip. Not to mention that those Pocono mountain roads made you have to stay alert, no relaxing on that trip. As luck would have it, the little lady always had an excuse not to have to drive. This get together was a little different, we were going over to the brother- in-laws house and celebrating over there. I was really not into any of this, I just wanted a good meal and a comfy chair to watch the football game in, no hassles.
Now let me introduce you to my sister-in-law. Five feet eleven inches and 160 pounds of solid full back. Seven kids so that was one cooch that had been around the corner. But after six or seven beers and two or three glances of that ass spread while she reached into the oven to check the bird, she was getting to be interesting. I'd heard she was a regular web surfer so she couldn't be that bad....lol. Well, I noticed she would go upstairs and disappear every 15 minutes or so and stay up there for an additional 10. Being the big trouble maker that I am, I was going to find out what the deal was. I did notice the rosey cheeks and flushed face everytime she came back down. Well, I did go up and did find her computer on and her Yahoo account open. No, I didn't, I thought it would just be a little to extreme to pop her archive up ad check out what she liked to do on there. But I did time my next visit and did catch her on with some guy on cam! She had her one breast out, her right hand, palm up holding the that huge tit and her index finger flicking at her nipple. What a nipple! A mouthfull to say the least. She knew I had come in and with a quick side glance kept flicking at it while watching some guy stroking his cock on cam. I stood next to her and asked, need some help? What do you have she said. I walked back to the door, locked it and by the time I got back to her side, it was out and I rested it on her shoulder. She turned and without mising a beat had her mouth open and was sucking on the head through the side of her mouth. we didn't have much time and I told her that. the last thing she typed was, "watch this", and she placed one knee on the office chair as I pulled down the tight jeans over her hips and ass to reveal one plump white ass. I was hard as a rock and take my word for it, 9 out of 10, I have to work it in slow, I'm by no way small. but it slid into her like a hot knife into butter, and she was drenched wet. We doggied for about five minutes and then I just wanted her to remember this little meeting. I pulled it out and lined it on her little pink wrinkley rose bud, expecting her to push away from me like a skateboarder with one knee on a wheeled chair, but no. She reached back with one hand and cupped some ass cheek and pulled it wide. That was an invitation if I ever saw one. but this time I did have to slowly work her open but she was a champ. It didn't take five minutes, she bent her head down, forehead on the arms rest of the chair and grunted to me just wanting to pump that ass like I owned it. I came, we stayed still for a while and then I just pulled myself together and then the knock at the door. The unmistakeable "MOM"! We got all our clothes right, i sat at the computer and she went and opened the door. It was something about something in the oven, but as I turned to see her walk through the doorway to go downstairs, wow, what a wet spot on her ass, it was a dark blue spot about the size of a coaster. On the trip home, my x-wife said, I saw her wet spot! I knew what she was talking about. Hope theirs enough left for me. I kept quiet, but that night I did a little turkey stuffing of my own, for the second time.

 

[warwood]

Behind Closed Doors.

This was with the same lady of the big brother era. We did alot of things to be together. But it sometimes came down to just being able to see each other for minutes. I must admit that at times it was very one sided, our encounters. But at that time, ask me if I cared. We were always very cautious about being seen in any routine. So, my visits were always intentionally random within a time frame. But at times I got the two ring code call. Oh, this was pre-caller I.D. days. It was simple, a call was placed to the house, it rang two times and then stopped, if it was picked up, it was immediately followed by a hang up. If that happened, it meant come over! This was usually on weekdays and on the weekends she was busy. Well, when it did happen I made a pretense to having to go out to the store or something and off I went. At times it was obvious she was waiting for me with anticipation just behind the door. I'd wouldn't even have to knock as I approached the door it would just open.
Well, one of these times. I stepped into her entry hall, the house was dark. But I could still make her form out and the thigh high little nightie she was wearing. We'd immediately clutch each other and embrace in a passionate kiss. I'd wildly caress her back and ass feeling the silky fabric dancing over her body. She usually straddled one of my thighs and her humping began. I'd hold her in place by cupping my hands on her ass cheeks, pulling her on to me, who by now was backed up against a wall or the front door. You wouldn't believe how quickly my jeans would get soaked to the point where I'd feel the moisture against my skin. She had very sensitive nipples, to the point that I could just stand there and grab one in each hand between thumb and index finger and gently roll them like squeezing two pinky fingers. She'd hook her chin on the crook of my neck and rub herself mounted on my thigh hold onto my waist and just shudder to a climax. We did this a couple of times. The second favorite was her backing up on my crotch, my cock bursting in my jeans and I'd play the cello. That was one hand on her nipple whisting it and the other strumming her clit as my finger slid along her pussy crack. She'd lean her head back, legs spread, an ass cheek on either side of my bulging cock inside my pants, and just grind back on me and just grind her teeth and let it go.
I think she felt sorry for me or something, because one night, after soaking my hand to the point wear it was dripping down the inside of her thighs. She turned around, dropped to her knees and with a momentary attempt at pulling my cock out( had to pull my pants down over my thighs, my cock wouldn't bend out) she started sucking on it.
This was now the norm, I'd sneek in, we'd tear at each other, and then the blow job. Well, actually I did on occasion venture into her diningroom and sit on a chair and get a pony ride from her. But we were practicing pull-out contraception so this was on occasion. The trick was her popping her big O before I did. On one of these occasions, I was leaning back against the front door and she was going to town on me. I had a hand grabbing the back of her head and was getting a sloppy one. In a couple of fits of passion I even pounded against her mouth banging my ass against the door behind me and we were making some severe noise. She was a moaner, and I loved it and always while she or I came, she would moan in one way or another. I can't explain it, but she had a whole vocabulary of different moans. Her coming was a slow, deep raspy growl of a moan, that just lasted as long as she was having it. It sometimes pulsed and fluctuated in waves. But when I came in her mouth it was a high pitched, sort of surprised moan that slowly settled down to a purr as she tasted the treat.
Well, the embarressment was after just going crazy and pounding against the front door, there was a knock on it. Holy smokes, there's someone at the front door, on the other side! Well, we played it off and quickly got ourselves together and she waited for the second knock. It came and from a nearby dark corner I saw her open the door and in a few minutes, dismiss whoever was at the front door. When she came back after closing the door we laughed together in a low giggle and asked each other how long the person could have been standing at the front door listening to us going at it before knocking! Well, it was decided that I should wait a while so as not to be seen running from the scene so quickly afterwards. In the mean time, we'll entertain ourselves by.....well thats another story.

 

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A Conversation in the Park.

This took place on the westside of Manhattan. I can't recall the exact street of the park, but my girlfriend used to live on 86th street. She was the same girlfriend from the second embarrassment I wrote about. After that incident, we decided to be a little more cautious by, you guessed it, doing something utterly more dangerous, now in hindsight. We decided to fuck in public, but at least we were out of the danger of getting caught by her parents. Somehow that was the equivalent of ultimate mortification. If you walk west towards the Hudson River you hit the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier. From my recollection, its a circular structure on an elevated platform, all made of granite. It has a staircase leading up to the base and a paved pavillion that extend south. it had some grassy knolls and paths around it, a really neet place. At night the only lights were the street lights from Riverside Drive and so one whole side of it was in total shadows. I'd carry a knapsack and in it we had our blanket, thats all we needed. I'd sit with my back towards the tomb on a carved circular bench that made the outer most circumference of the base. She'd raise her skirt and pull down her panties. I would open my pants and pull myself out and she would straddle me and gently work her way down on it until she could confortably sit on my lap. We would then lay the blanket around us, and we'd grind an kiss and talk for what seemed like hours, face to face. At times a shirt would get opened and a breast would be pulled out and I would suck her nipples while she held the blanket of either side of my head, draped over her arms with hands planted on the tomb base behind my head. We really dug this, we loved at times just freezing and holding still and quiet as people pasted by us walking their dogs in the park. Or that rare pet that would find us back there and come by to get a closer look and with a couple of sniffs at the blanket, run off to take care of more urgent desires. Well, it was bound to happen, we were at it, had been for a while, to the point that my balls were soaked from her juices flowing out of her and then, a friend of hers comes barreling around the tomb. Hey, there you are she screams out, as she makes a sharp turn and runs over and plots down next to us. It then started, and endless conversation about her going to her house and her mom said we went out and so she thought we might be here and what are we going to do now, the night was yound and maybe we could walk down and eventually go hang out infront of the Museum of Natural History or maybe walk down Columbus Ave and get something to eat and check out the vintage clothing stores and on and on and on......... I just could believe after sitting next to us for so long, to the point that my girlfriend had laid her head to its side on my shoulder to face her that she couldn't tell we were fucking. I had had enough, I couldn't take the chatter anymore. I just closed by eyes, leaned back and started working that grind to the extent that clutching my ass would move me up into my girlfriends oh so inviting pussy. She caught on and without a word and seemingly unnoticable she began her own girations under the blanket. It was classic, as I knew it was time and there was no return from that point and I started to pump into her, she turned and told her friend, hold on, give me a minute, sat upright kind of centering herself on me and really started working her gash into my cumming cock. I looked into her eyes and she smiled a devilish grin and said lous enough for everyone to hear, "yeah, thats it, yeah!" I was done, but any little move would break our seal, and I didn't want to walk around town with coconut juice spilt all over the front of my pants. She reached in the knapsac and pulled out some tissue and drew it down under the blanket and down between us. I think that was when her friend got the idea of what we had been doing all this time. I don't know if it was the embarrassment of being caught in all this for so long and not noticing until then. So, now she had to play it off as if she knew all the time and wasn't bothered by it. Maybe she did know and just want to check it all out. But the funny part was when my girl dismounted and to do so she had to step back away from me, one leg at a time while rising off it. First one leg placed on the ground behind her and then the rise off and the other leg, hands pushing off my chest. It made my dick bend down under pressure, the blanket had fallen off of us moments earlier but so had her skirt so it was nothing out in the open. Her friend was just frozen in place, just quietly sitting there leaning our way on a locked elbow. When my cock eventually did come out, it was like a catapult and it snapped out and slapped against my belly. The hillarious event was that a couple of drops were thrown by it and one landed on her friends lips and face. She just jerked back and said, "oh shit" and just stared at my glistening cock laying against my stomach as she wiped the spluge off her lip, she even swiped a tongue as if trying to taste it. My girl grabbed the blanket and threw it over me and I just laughed as I settled down and my girl wiped , put her panties back on and grabbed her friend and left me alone to tuck it all in. When we did finally meet infront of the tomb and were ready to decide where next we were headed, my girl turns to her friend and says wait a minute. Reaches in her bag, pulls out a tissue and carefully wipes her friends face and says, you still have cum on your face. Her friend screamed, we all laughed and decided to head down to Bleeker.

 

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Road Trips

When we first got married (me/21, her/18) I think we fucked at least three or four times a day. I can't recall going anywhere during those first couple of years that I didn't get a blowjob on the way there in the car. Oh, before you call me selfish, we tried it with her too. But she had difficulty reaching the pedals with my head buried between her legs.
If the trips were long ones, she would get all worked up and usually included some toy she'd carry in her purse to knock the edge off the build up in the car. There's nothing like having your lady, her back pressed against the passenger door, legs spread, foot on the dashboard, just jamming herself hard to a squishy cum. she would pop hard when I'd tell her a big rig was next to us and the driver was looking down into the car and checking her out. She'd raise that ass off the seat and cram the full length of that toy until the juices made gripping it hard to do.
But there was always a sense of safety inside the car, even while tearing down the road at 60 miles an hour. But before you know it, that can all change.
We were taking a trip from NC to FL. I could usually make it in about 14 hours of straight driving. So we kept busy, wink, if you know what I mean. She had fallen asleep while driving down 95 through Georgia. I got hungry and we stopped at a truck stop. We walked in, grabbed something to eat and went back out to the car. We sat in the car and ate, she sat crossed legged facing me, and I couldn't help looking at her pussy poking out from the side of her shorts she was wearing. I asked her if she was feeling it, our way of asking if either of us wanted to have sex. She smiled and said sure. As I drove to a dark corner of the huge truck stop parking lot, she knelt and bent over the front bench seat to reach into the cooler on the back seat. She pulled out a tub of Kool Whip, with difficulty as I was reaching into her shorts all the time. We parked under a light pole that was turned off and sh pulled her shorts off. She laid down on the seat, legs spread, head resting on the armrest of the door. I dipped three fingers into the tub and smeared it up her ass and pussy and bent over to clean it off her. She came quickly and left two footprints on the roof liner in the car where she pushed off as she came. By then, I was on fire and my cock was trying to rip out of my jeans. I pulled them down to my knees and rolled onto her and pushed past her saliva and sugar matted pubes and sank into her warm, juicy pussy. She wrapped her legs around my waist and I started working her good. this went on for about five minutes too when all of a sudden, the light pole we were under came on! well, she screamed and I leaned up and took a look around and there was no one around us, but she wanted to leave, "lets just go", she said.
We turned the car on and pulled out of the truck stop, me with my pants down around my knees and she naked from the waist down, leaning against the passenger door. It was 2 or 3 in the morning, and we were back on the road with just the glare of the dashboard lights. She reached into her bag and pulled her torpedo vibrator out and after a couple of minutes running the tip of it, buzzing at full blast over her clit. I looked over when the noise became muffled and I confirmed it had been buried to the hilt. Slowly she had worked herself into a frenzy. She reached for the Kool Whip tub and with a handfull she stroked my standing cock and began to suck it. I eased the seat back so she woudln't bang her head on the steering wheel and off we went down the road. She laid on her side, my cock buried down her throat and that vibrator working her pussy. A couple of times she got me close to the point where I stiffened up and with a tense push of the feet had us at 80/85/90 miles an hour.
Luck was with us that night, because when the lights appeared behind us, we were in a lull of just tonguing my cock head and buzzing the outside lips of her pussy. Man! A cop!
Well, I think we got away from it all because we were both in the service and we produced our military I.D's. But it was sure embarrassing when he found us flush faced and the vibrator in her purse and the tub on the front floor of the car. not to mention the smell of pussy juice and sweat that hung heavy when he stuck his head inside by the side of the road.
He said with a smile just before i got back in the car, "Hey, drive carefully".
I smiled back and said, "I'll try".
Half an hour later and just going into Savannah, I blew a nut so powerful she gagged and almost drown in it.

 

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beach fucking.

Oh, I just remembered. On that visit to Florida,(had family in Key Largo) let me warn everyone about something. Beach fucking sounds hot as hell, but the reality is, its kind of dangerous. We tried it on a desolate strip of beach, in a place called Bahia Honda a little ways down the keys. It was great until we actually started fucking. See, the sand has a way of getting into everything and pretty soon your both sandpapering yourself to a painful realization. Oh, and if you get to the point we were at before you stop, and tear yourselves raw like we were, and decide going into the water to continue is a good idea. It's SALT WATER! Every little scratch and cut will be instantly found. Just some advice!