The Busty Young Babysitter: Part 2

How long can John hide his lusty tryst?.

Based on a post by seth p, in 2 parts. Listen to the ►Podcast at Connected.

John woke the next morning with a start. He popped up into a sitting position, full of panic. What had he done? He looked around the room. It was empty except for himself and the bedroom door was shut. There was absolutely no evidence of last night's tryst with the baby sitter. Maybe it was a dream? As John yanked on a t-shirt and sweatpants, he knew in his mind that he had done something very, very wrong last night.

He all but ran down the steps and into the kitchen and stopped dead in the doorway. Rachel and the two kids were singing a song about a bus and eating fruit loops between verses. It was the cutest thing John had ever seen. It had been a long time since there had been any singing in the Greene home. John smiled despite himself.

The Busty Young Babysitter: Part 1

John has it bad for his top heavy young babysitter.

Based on a post by seth p, in 2 parts. Listen to the ►Podcast at Connected.

Rachel was just pulling her coat on when John came down the stairs. He handed Rachel her payment in cash.

"Thank you, Mr. Greene." Rachel smiled in gratitude.

"You're welcome," he replied. "You deserve every penny. Kathy and I are very happy with you. There is no one that we trust the kids with more than you."

"Thank you, that means a lot. I love them like they're my own. I would do anything for you guys."

Nothing in Common: Part 3

An unexpected romance.

Based on a post by Silver Fox Mullet. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Holy shit that was cold! I came up and whooped, and the sound echoed across the lake. It felt So different. Even the bikini I'd worn at the pool, which hardly counted as clothing, kept the water from flowing against a huge number of nerve endings. Nerve endings that connected directly to my libido. Wow. I whooped again, enjoying how the sound carried and how incredible the cold water felt on my nipples and my pussy.

"Good?" he asked.

I nodded and said "Yeah. Wow. Different."

Despite how wonderful it all felt, the water was still really cold, and we were done in less than ten minutes. He'd left a couple of towels hanging on a line by the tent, so we ran up the path and dried ourselves off. That left our clothes down by the shore, so we had to walk back down there to get dressed. I suspect that this was just his way of getting to see me naked a bit longer. Then again, I got to see him too. Did I mention he had a cute butt?

Nothing in Common: Part 2

An unexpected romance.

Based on a post by Silver Fox Mullet. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

"Okay Mom." I looked at my clock, and it really was late. Holy shit, where did the time go? I made sure my hair wasn't a total mess, and straightened my clothes a bit. I looked at Devin as he got himself in order. I especially watched as he adjusted that lump in his pants. I hadn't had any experience with one of those yet, and wondered if he was indeed the one with the punch for my V-card. No, No, No, do not go there, do not even think that.

I walked Devin to the front door and kissed him goodnight. After he got his coat and boots on, I kissed him again. Once he'd gone, I turned and found my Mom standing there with a bemused expression on her face.

Nothing in Common: Part 1

An unexpected romance.

Based on a post by Silver Fox Mullet. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

I was always one of the oldest girls in my class. The school put off your starting date if you were born after Dec 31st. And since my birthday was Feb 2nd, I started late. Yeah, Groundhog Day, and yes I've seen the movie, ha-ha very funny. There were always a few of us who were in that older-kid category. I was also taller than most of the other kids, except for a couple of the boys.

Being tall was a pain, especially as a girl, making me the butt of so many jokes and so much teasing. Once I got to High School and started playing sports, being tall became an asset. Girls volleyball, field hockey, swimming, basketball, and softball. Especially softball. I was good at most sports, but I was great at softball. I could pitch, I could field, I could run, and I could hit. Oh yeah, I could hit. You'd think they would have called me the Queen of Diamonds but no, that was my friend Marissa. She had the hooters for it. And she had the most solid armor-plated sports bra she could get to restrain those puppies. They called me Bat Girl, because I pounded so many homers over the fence. And unlike Marissa, I almost needed to pad my bra to look like I belonged on the team. And so they also called me 'Flat Girl'.

Jacob's Bed: Part 2

Bedding Arrangements

In 2 parts, based on the work of Bobbi R. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Leah looked at us both, Rachel still laying astride me. You look amazing together, she smiled. That's the first time I've watched two people fucking. It's fantastic.

I loved you being here, said her sister. It was like you really love us.

I do love you. Leah turned to me. Are you okay, darling Jake? Did you like that?'

 Jacob's Bed: Part 1

Jake s sister-in-law moves in.

In 2 parts, based on the work of Bobbi R. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

My wife is a wonderful woman. We married when I was thirty-six and she was thirty-five. We'd both been through first marriages that had gone sour and I knew almost from the moment I met her that this one was going to be for the rest my life. My first marriage had been a disaster: I wanted kids but she didn't; I was a romantic, she was more hard-headed; yet she was the one who went into fits of jealousy every time I so much as talked to another woman. The sex wasn't that great either. It couldn't last and we divorced after only five years.