0 comments/ 21716 views/ 0 favorites Adventures of Karyn Ch. 1-3 By: Karyn Part One This past weekend started out like most other weekends. Saturday mornings, I usually get awakened around 7:30 by my trusty companion (my 10 year old yellow lab – Trixie) for her morning walk and breakfast. This past Saturday started out just like that. When we returned from our short walk (merely to the end of my driveway and back), I gave Trix her kibbles and grabbed the morning paper and a yogurt and headed back into bed. No sooner had I plopped my fanny back into bed when the phone rang. “Who the hell is calling me this early on a Saturday?”, I thought. It was my next door neighbor Eve. She said she saw me walk out with Trix to get my paper so she knew I was awake and felt it safe to call. I was only a little embarrassed since I was not really dressed to be seen by anyone. I was in my powder blue jammies and tweetie bird slippers. Eve must have sensed my blushing for she quickly added, “don’t worry honey, Bob didn’t see you”. Bob is her husband who I believe is your typical male perv. I think Eve feels as I do about him too. She has told me on more than one occasion how she only puts up with him because of the money. I believe her. Anyway, Eve asked me if I wouldn’t mind taking in their newspapers and mail and water their houseplants for the next week as they were going to be out of town looking for a vacation home down in Florida. They have made such a request on more than one occasion when they’ve gone away and it does come with the perk of being able to use their built-in swimming pool and outdoor sauna. So, I agreed to the task. Eve said she would leave the directions for which plants to water and when and how much. After hanging up, I went back to my normal routine – read the paper, slunk down some breakfast and doze back off to sleep for a little while. When I awoke a couple of hours later, it was from stirring during an erotic dream. I was dreaming that I was in the sauna next door with Eve. Our bodies were covered in oil and we were in a tight embrace with our bodies grinding as we kissed deeply. It was the first time I had ever given any thought to a sexual liaison with Eve, but it had my pussy dripping wet and tingling with sensitivity and my boobs fully engorged and my nipples stiff. I had to finish myself off right then I was so hot. I think it only took a few seconds of attention on my clit and I had a nice intense come. Little did I know that this was just the beginning to a sexually charged couple of days that I won’t soon forget. I don’t know how any of you are, but I go through these spurts of utter horniness where I am absolutely insatiable. This hunger usually lasts for a few days and then I suddenly become uninterested. I suppose it is my body’s way of recuperating. Today, I am finally catching my breath and I’m sure I will crash the minute I get home from work – although, another quickie wouldn’t be a bad thing. After my “Saturday Morning Surprise”, I jumped into the shower and felt invigorated – full of energy. It’s odd how sometimes an orgasm can make you so tired, but at others inject you with energy. Toweling off, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I felt so sexy as I looked at myself and I decided that I was going to play the vixen today when I ran my errands. So I put on my pair of tight short shorts. They weren’t quite short enough to leave the bottom of my ass cheeks exposed, but they were sufficiently short to reveal most of my legs. My standard panties just weren’t going to do because the shorts were too tight and I did not like the look of my VPL’s (visible pantie lines). So, I just went without since I do not have any thong undies. It was another stop I’d have to make while out – buy some thong undies for future use. After the shorts, I threw on a sports bra I use when I run. It has no straps. It is sort of like a really tight midriff t-shirt. Over that, I put on a very light blouse that you can sort of see through. I made sure not to button it up too high. I checked myself in the mirror again. When I bent over, you could get a nice view of my cleavage. The finishing touch was my cap. It is a baseball cap I wear that I put my hair through in the back. It gives me a sporty athletic look. Once dressed, I was off. First stop was the bank to make a deposit and transfer some money around. This Saturday was like any other there; tons of people. I waited in a long line for the tellers. I could feel the eyes of others on me and it gave me little twinges, especially when I caught this one guy sneaking a peak at me. He quickly turned his eyes away, but I kept catching him checking me out. Even though he was not particularly interesting to me as far as his looks, it still made me feel sexy as hell to flirt with him like this. I was bad and teased the hell out of him too. I made sure he could see my face from the side as I slowly ran my moistened tongue over my lips. He finished his transactions first a few windows over from me and left with what I perceived was a bit of a bulge (and not from a wad of cash in his pocket). On my way back to my car, he drove by and now had the courage to fully look me over as he slowly went by. He gave me that look of lust a guy can give as he passed me. I gave him a wink and pursed my lips in a kiss he could not mistake. As he drove off, I could see him chuckling and shaking his head. So was I as I continued to my car and off to my next stop – the cleaners. Pulling out of the parking lot my mind drifted to a daydream of that guy driving down the road with his cock out of his pants as he was stroking away. It got me turned on. Of course, in my daydream, the guy had a perfect handsome cock. I grinned to myself as I pictured his jizm shooting out onto his shirt leaving a wet stain. I drove on to my next destination with one hand on the steering wheel and the other pressed between my legs. There was a definite warmth emanating from down there. While I was at the cleaners waiting for them to go through the tickets to find the one with my name on it, I bent forward to play with their two standard poodles. I am sure the guy behind me was scoping out my ass. As much as I enjoy playing with the two poodles, I was bending over for his enjoyment (and my own). Too bad the counter person was a woman. She did not seem to pay any attention to the cleavage view I was flashing her way. I’m sure if her husband was taking care of me, he would have been taking advantage. I paid and got my clothes then turned to head out and flashed I nice smile at the guy behind me as I walked on out. I did not look back, but I could feel his eyes on me. Before I got to my car, I remembered that the Big Game jackpot was over a $150 million, so I redirected myself to the pharmacy next to the cleaners to by some tickets for the next drawing. I was a little surprised that there was no one else in line purchasing lottery tix; only a senior paying for her prescriptions. While I was waiting for my tickets to print out of the machine, the woman working the counter looked down at me from the elevated checkout area and told me that she really like my top. She would have had a nice view of my cleavage from up there. I just nodded and smiled back at her in a thanking way and wondered to myself if she was sexually attracted to the way my boobs looked in this outfit or if she was just making conversation. I made a mental note to pay close attention to her reactions toward me in the future. Even though the grocery store was in the same strip mall, I decided to hold off on my shopping there until later since I had several other stops to make and did not want perishables and refrigerated stuff to sit in the car too long on this hot day. So, I left and headed over to a shop called “Personally Yours”, a little boutique that sells woman’s lingerie. The shop was bustling. The three saleswomen were busy trying to assist half a dozen women. I did not see the one that usually helps me out and figured she must been off that day. I really did not need assistance anyway to pick out a couple of pairs of thongs. My only concern was how I was going to try them on without any panties. I figured, no one would know but me so I picked out a few and headed into the fitting rooms. When I got into the little sitting area just outside the changing stalls, I got a huge sexual twinge when I saw one of the women checking out the teddie she was trying on in the mirror. Her face was so beautiful. She was tall and had very full breasts and I could see her stiff nipples pushing through the sheer material. As I walked past her, I caught her eye and raised my eyebrows along with giving her a sexy smirk. It was more than just offering my approval of what she was trying on, it was also a very subtle invitation to her and I doubted she would notice or if she did that she would care. I continued into an open stall where I began to undo my shorts to try on the thongs. As I bent forward to step into the first thong, I heard a voice come from the next stall. “Did you like what you saw?”. When I looked up to see if the question was directed at me, the woman who I had just admired was peering over the wall of the stall down at me. Her forwardness caught me completely off-guard. That plus the fact that I was there with my ass bared and the pair of thongs laying on the floor at my feet had me speechless and a little embarrassed. “Don’t worry. I won’t say anything about you trying on those thongs without any panties”, she offered. “Do you think this little outfit will hold my husband’s attention”, she asked as she dangled it over the wall. I took this as a sign that she was letting me know that she was bare-chested. I swallowed and whispered out in a shaky voice, “It got mine.” She gave me a big grin as she looked past my face and down toward my exposure below my waist. “I bet you don’t have any trouble with your husband with that fine body you have”. I didn’t now whether to cover up or let her get a better look at me. Not more than an hour earlier I had left the house all brazen and daring people and wanting people to look at me. Here I was now with this sexy woman running her eyes over me and I could not decide between running for cover or standing back so she could have a better look. I decided to act as nonchalant as I could and went back to lifting the thongs up my legs and over my crotch as I responded to her. “Well, I am not married. Not anymore. That was a long time ago. But, I never had trouble with keeping him interested”. “Let me see how those look on you. Turn around. Bend over. MMM, you have a real nice ass. I wish I had your body. Those fit you perfectly.” I decided to play along with this so I bent forward pushing my ass at her as I slowly slid the thongs off and let them drop at my feet on the floor before stepping out of them. When I turned around, this gorgeous woman was blushing despite her recent forwardness. She placed her arm over the wall offering me her hand. “My name is Doris”. I reached up and took her hand. It was soft and her nails were meticulously manicured. Her jewelry wasn’t cheap and I quickly got the sense she was not a poor woman. “Mine’s Karyn and thank you for your compliments. From what I saw as I came in here, your body could turn some heads too”. I had to admit to myself though that I had only really noticed her from the boobs up and had no idea what the lower half of her body looked like. I just knew I was definitely interested in how beautiful she was and what those nipples would look like without the sheer fabric of the teddie over them. We both then went about getting dressed. I did not need to try on the other thongs since I got such a glowing endorsement on how the one pair fit. On my way out of the fitting rooms I offered my good-byes to Doris. She waved back. I stopped on my way to the register and grabbed another couple of pairs of thongs in the same size as the one I had tried on. As I was paying, Doris cozied up next to me and handed me her business card. It wasn’t a business card really. It merely had her name with a telephone number. A “calling card” I think it is called. “Give me a call sometime if you want to get together for coffee or girl talk.” I took the card. “Sure, that would be nice. I’ll call you”, I said to her as I headed out toward the door. As I was pulling out of the parking lot trying to regain my composure from those surprising events, I saw Doris getting into a sparkling black Mercedes Benz. I was right, this woman had bucks…and class…and looks. Would she be my second lesbian experience I wondered as I drove off. I gathered that if I wanted her to be and I made that call, it would be so. I drove in a daze toward me next stop. I had to stop at the vet’s office to get Trixie’s dog food and medicine. Trixie has this fairly common weakness many female labs have of getting frequent urinary infections. The special dog food helps. That, combined with her taking a low level anti-biotic every day, has kept her free of infections for much longer periods of time than before. Part Two My stop at the vet’s office was uneventful. Although, my mind was still in a haze and I did not observe any of what might have been going on around me. When I got back to my car, I suddenly realized that I was starving. I suppose being at the vet’s office also made me think of Trixie. I decided it was a nice enough day that I’d stop at home and get Trixie on my way to pick up some lunch and then eat it picnic style at a nearby park. This would give Trixie some fresh air and I could partake in one of my favorite activities – people watching. Then I remembered that I still needed to stop at the grocery store. Screw it, I could do that later after my lunch break. Once at home, I also got the idea that I could give my car the once over after lunch. I’m the lazy sort and use the car wash to get it clean before I wax it up. Plus Trixie loves going through the car wash. It is hilarious watching her jump all around the car trying to see all the movement at once. So, I added packing the car polish and some buffing cloths along with Trixie’s water bowl and her favorite chew toy. There is a Wendy’s just past the car wash, so I decided I’d stop there to pick up lunch. They have these really good salads these days. The convenience of their drive-thru was also a plus with Trixie in the car. I hate to leave her in the car alone on hot days. Even for the few minutes it would take to go inside to get lunch to go. Before getting in the line-up of cars heading into the car wash, I stopped off at the vacuums. I am not the neatest person in the world and my car seems to collect its share of stuff in it – empty soda bottles, wrappings from an on-the-go breakfast, etc. I am sure my butt sticking out as I reached under seats for garbage caught the eyes of those waiting in the car wash line. Even though vacuuming my car would be fruitless since Trixie was only going to continue shedding, I decided to do it for no other reason than to give a show. Believe me, I am not normally an exhibitionist and even when I get in a mood as I was this past Saturday, I do have my limits. It gets me stirred knowing I am having a sexual impact on others. While vacuuming, I overheard a few whistles and even the honk of a horn over the whirring of the vacuum. So, I know I was getting to a few people. I even caught one guy jokingly sticking his arm out his window reaching for my ass as he drove by. I smiled and shook my butt at him as he continued into the car wash. With my time run out on the vacuum, I got back into my car and got into the car wash line. “What do you think Trixie. I need to get laid don’t I. Should I call Artie?” Artie is this guy that I have an odd friendship with. It is 100 percent sexual. I call him now and then or he calls me now and then, but not to chat. It is purely to set up getting together at this “sleazy” motel for uninhibited wild sex. Artie is married, but from what he has told me, his wife is not all that much interested in sex. It could merely be a front, but I don’t care. I get what I want and need from Artie and I suppose he gets what he wants and needs from me. I met Artie three years ago when I responded to a personal ad he placed on the internet. His ad pulled no punches and he was straight up about only wanting a sex partner. I happened to come across it at a time when I had not been with anyone in quite some time and was feeling kind of low in the self-esteem department. It was stupid and dangerous to reply, but I got lucky and did not find a wacko, but one incredible fuck. Once inside the car wash, I dialed up Artie’s cell, but only got his voice mail. I left him the sexiest message I am capable of letting him know I needed some attention of the carnal kind. From past experience, I did not expect that I’d get him on a weekend, but it was worth a try. At the end of the car wash, there are usually 3 or 4 guys there to complete the drying process on the car. I think this is just a front for a few guys to make some money in tips, and I usually by-pass them. This time, I didn’t. Two of the guys seemed to take an extra long time toweling off the windshield and side windows as they peered in at me. I am sure they were checking me out, especially my legs which were pretty much fully exposed with the shorts I was wearing. I decided to seductively run my hand along my thigh, starting at my knee and moving slowly along the inner half up toward my pussy. I stopped just short of the hem of my shorts and then lifted my hand up. I lowered the window to offer the buck tip to the guy adjacent to me. “Thank you baby”, he responded in his deepest voice trying to be sexy as he took the bill from my hand. His meaty fingers rubbed over mine slowly, lingering for long enough to send me the message that I had caught his attention. I pulled my hand back inside and raised my window and drove off. Looking in the rear view mirror, I watched as they congratulated themselves with high fives as if they had done something astonishing. I guess my antics brought a little happiness to their day. All I know is that I was getting hornier by the second. Damn, I wished Artie was around. There was one other solution; I saw Doris’s card sitting there on the passenger seat of my car. Do I dare call her? This quickly? I am ready for that? Was I reading too much into our exchange earlier in the day? I decided I did not have the nerve, but that did not stop my mind from picturing her offering her breasts to me to suck on. I couldn’t believe the impact that fleeting glimpse of her in that teddie had on me. But then again, there was more to meeting her than just that. She seemed to have this allure and control over me. In a strange way, it was sort of like responding to my mother. Not sexually, but obediently. Anyway, I tried to move my thoughts to more pressing things like paying attention to the road in front of me as I drove down the road to the Wendy’s. Wendy’s was uneventful and typical. I couldn’t understand a thing the order taker was blurting out of the speaker at the drive-thru. It’s a combination of the poor audio quality of the speaker and the terrible English and accent of the order taker. I placed my order as usual, hoping they understood me better than I could understand them. I have made it a point to always check what is in the bag they give me to be sure it is what I ordered before leaving the pick-up window. Too many times in the past, I have driven off with someone else’s meal or at least nothing near to what I ordered. This day, I got my salad and my plain baked potato. A “gold star” for them. Adventures of Karyn Ch. 1-3 From Wendy’s it was a five minute drive to Duke Island Park. The parking lot was pretty full, but still plenty of empty spaces. I looked for one in the shade, but without luck. I was hoping for one so that I could wax and polish my car there after I had my lunch. I’d just have to find another place later on. Trixie and I were lucky though to find a table near the river that was unoccupied and that was in the shade. I tied Trixie’s extra long leash to one of the table legs so that she could move about without me worrying about her as I ate and scoped out the surroundings. It was very peaceful. I could clearly hear the river next to me splish-slashing and I could see and faintly hear a group of men playing soccer off in the distance. To one side of me there were several other picnic tables, each with a small family lounging around them enjoying the day as I was. I saw an older couple paddling down the river in a canoe. From the way they handled the boat, this was something they had done many times before. To the other side of me, I could see a couple laying in the sun on a blanket. They were both up on their side facing one another having a chat it appeared. I figured I’d continue to check up on them to see if anything developed. Elsewhere there were people walking around or riding a bicycle; the occasional jogger. All-in-all it was relaxing and a great place to enjoy lunch. I kept looking over at that sunbathing couple and they moved only a little. He was stroking her arm affectionately as they continued to face one another. I watched as he leaned forward and kissed her. It was not passionate, but tender and loving. A minute or so later, I saw them get up. Leaving their blanket and the books they had with them behind, they walked hand in hand toward the woods. I was betting that they were seeking out a little more privacy. From their appearance, it appeared to me that they were pretty young. Late teens or early 20s. I was betting that they might even still live at home with their parents and did not have the luxury of a private place to share their intimacy. It reminded me of my late teen years. My first love. Those days of sneaking off into the woods or wherever else you could find to make-out privately. The first time he touched my boobs, that day he slid his hands inside my panties, the first time I held a cock in my hand. The day I lost my virginity. A mixture of sweet and melancholy thoughts of my past conflicting with the burn I was feeling inside to release the pent up sexual energy of the day’s events. I was finished with my lunch. I collected the wrappings and dropped them in the receptacle as Trixie and I headed back to the car. The inside was steamy hot from sitting in the sun, but not as hot as me. I once again saw Doris’s calling card laying in the passenger seat. Yes, I got the nerve and punched in the numbers into my phone. By the sixth or seventh ring, I lost my nerve and hung up. What would I have said if she had answered? I hadn’t even given that a thought until after I hung up. Would I have quickly hung up on her? Probably. I noticed that I my heart was pounding and I was out of breath. “Geez. Get a grip”, I thought to myself. Calming down, I set my sights on locating a place in the shade where I could park my car and give it a nice waxing. I drove around the parking lot, but all the prime shaded places were occupied as you might expect. Then, I saw the gravel maintenance road leading off the end of the parking lot and I could see plenty of places I could pull off to the side that would be nicely shaded. That is where I headed. Of course, I ignored that little sign that said “Authorized Vehicles Only” and proceeded several hundred feet down the maintenance road until I spotted a perfect spot. I pulled my car off to the side, tied Trixie to a tree, and got out the wax. I was a little less than half way done applying the wax to my car when I heard a man’s voice from above and behind me. “Excuse me miss. But, you’re not supposed to be down here with a vehicle. This is for park maintenance access only.” I turned and saw this huge dark black man wearing a tan park ranger’s outfit, complete with hat and sunglasses, sitting on a chocolate brown horse. They had come up on me so quietly, that not even Trixie had noticed them coming. His voice startled Trixie as much as me. Trixie snarl, but cowered backwards placing a tree between her and this horse and man combination. “I know”, I said quivering a bit. “But I couldn’t find any shady spots in the parking lot. The directions say to only apply in the shade.” He looked down at me for a few seconds with a stony face and then suddenly grinned broadly, showing his large white teeth. “Well, miss. If that is what the directions say, I won’t argue with you. Next time though, you should find somewhere else that is okay.” Then he pulled the reins turning the head of his mount around and he slowly rode away. I stood there watching him as I unconsciously continued to slowly apply wax to the hood of my car. A black man. A dark black man. Well, that was something I had only recently given some thought to after seeing some very arousing pictures on the internet. A nice BIG cock. A nice big HARD cock. A nice big hard BLACK cock. My pussy was aching and my mouth was watering. I swear, if he had turned around and ridden back to me right then, I would have…I don’t know what I would have done, but it would be out of character that is for sure. I went back to my task at hand. But I was going at it vigorously now, trying to keep up with the turmoil in my mind. I couldn’t control the flashes of sexual imagery of this large smooth dark black man and the softer yet controlling Doris or the passionate consistent lovemaking of Artie. All were bringing me to erotic heights in my thoughts. I was sweating heavily from my exertion. My sports bra was soaked and beads of sweat coated every exposed inch of my skin. I could feel my body radiating. I stopped for a moment to catch my breath. That was it. That was all I could take anymore. I jumped into my car, looked around. Seeing no one, I quickly undid my pants and pushed them down over my ass and down to my knees. I went quickly after my clit with one hand and up under my bra with the other. I pinched my nipple hard between my middle finger and thumb of my left hand as I pushed my middle and index finger of my right and as deep as I could into my pussy. It was drenched and slippery and accepted my fingers easily. I moved my fingers in and out rubbing against the upper inside of myself as I pressed my thumb hard against my clit. Slight movements of my thumb brought great pleasure and I soon found myself at the edge of an explosive orgasm. My feet were pressed against the floorboard of the car and my upper back was pressed hard against the seat as I lifted my ass upward, tighting my buttocks and holding my breath as I made that last push over the edge. Then my pussy muscle began to quiver as waves of orgasmic pleasure over took any thoughts or other feelings I had at that moment. I was cumming and cumming hard. Normally, when I masturbate, I will experience what I consider to be two or three minor orgasms before I finally reach a final more intense one that leaves me temporarily physically drained and too sensitive for further contact. There was no build-up this time and I went straight to the top. My body collapsed back into the seat. My two fingers were still inside and my pussy was still twitching occasionally as I sucked in the hot air deeply and quickly into my lungs trying to recover. My heart was pounding and sweat was dripping down my forehead into my eyes. I caught my composure enough to make another look around to see if anyone had seen me lose control. Seeing no one, I withdrew my fingers from my pussy and cinched my shorts back up. I got out of the car and redid the zipper and snap. My legs were weak and wobbly. Trixie was looking at me as if all was normal, wagging her tail and panting with that doggie smile she has. I just plopped myself down onto the ground in the shady cool grass wondering where I would find the energy to finish waxing my car. I awoke some unknown time later from the pestering of a fly. Trixie was asleep laying next to me with her back pushed up against me. My own movements stirred her as well. I was no longer radiating and my sweat had evaporated. It was time to begrudgingly go back to waxing my car. Part Three The task of waxing my car became one that I wished I had not started. Once begun, you had to finish. There is no middle ground on this. I finally buffed off the last patches of wax and I was more than ready to head back home and get a nice shower. Trixie could care less. She spent the afternoon lazing in the grass, usually half asleep, either watching me, some bug, or squirrel, or rabbit. As I drove home, I remembered that I still had grocery shopping to do. I could probably get away without for another day or two, but I figured I might as well get it over with. But first, I still needed that shower and I had to get Trixie home first anyway. I pulled into my garage and it was now 5:30. I must have dozed off for nearly two hours. On my way back to my bedroom and the shower, I stopped off and gave Trixie her dinner and checked my answering machine. Only two messages; both telemarketing calls. Glad I wasn’t home to get those. Listening to them, it occurred to me that I had not checked the voice messaging on my cell phone. Maybe Artie had called me back while I was in slumberland. I made a mental note to check after my shower. I turned on the shower and proceeded to peel out of my clothes. That did not take much since I only had on three pieces plus my hat. My sports bra was still soaked from my sweat. The lukewarm shower felt great. I just placed my head under the spray and let it cascade down over me. I stood there for several minutes daydreaming before beginning the routine of shampooing my hair and then lathering up my body. My thoughts were still on Doris, that black ranger stud, and Artie, but they were not all jumbled up and out of control now. That is not to say that I wasn’t getting aroused all over again. It did not hurt that I was rubbing my soapy hands over my breasts, between my legs, and along my ass. A quickie in the shower wouldn’t be a bad thing I thought. So I leaned back against the cool tiles with the shower spray concentrated on my breasts and abdomen as my hands alternated between my nipples and my clit. Which one of my mental lovers would get me off? I chose to knock Artie off the list since he was not novel and therefore, not as exciting. So, was it going to be sexy mysterious Doris or the erotic black stud? Why not both I thought. So I began to envision Doris and I with our mouths locked, our tongues dancing. I could feel her large mounds pressed against my own. Doris was holding my face with her beautiful hands as mine kneaded her taut nipples. Our black stud, with his long hard staff was behind me and I could feel him running the head of his cock up and down my ass crack coaxing me to bend forward so it could find my pussy opening. I wanted to ride him and feel his penetration as well as the pressure of my clit against his pubic area. So, I swung around and he lifted my up by grabbing me just below my ass cheeks. He was strong, yet gentle and slow. He took my breast into his mouth and sucked lightly and flicking his tongue quickly across my nipple as he lowered me onto his stiff cock. I held his cock with my hand and guided it into me, nearly passing out from the pleasure of the first penetration. Doris stood next to us, offering one of her breasts up to my mouth by cupping it in her hand and lifting it while she ran her other hand down between her own legs. I wrapped my legs around my black lover’s back and my arms around his neck as he supported me by holding my ass with his huge hands. He slowly began to raise me up and then lower me back down over his cock letting me feel its full length and swollen head as it popped out and then back in again. “That’s it sweetie. Ride his beautiful cock. Now, suck my nipple and help me cum”, Doris encouraged me. As I imagined this scene, I had one hand jamming two fingers into myself while I circled my clit vigorously with my other hand. I came quickly, but without the extreme intensity of my earlier orgasm. It was more controlled and steady. Sort of a soothing orgasm; lasting longer than usual. I could have continued arousing myself to further orgasms, but decided to hold off until later on after I had completed my final errand. I toweled off quickly, but did not get dressed immediately preferring to let my body cool down from my self pleasuring before putting clothes. Besides, I enjoy being nude in the privacy of my home and frequently lounge around that way when the temperature permits. There has been more than one occasion where I’ve had to run for a cover-up to answer the doorbell. I went back out to the kitchen to go through my mail. Bills, what else? All I ever get is bills, bank statements, and junk mail. It was then that I remembered that I had one additional errand besides the grocery shopping to complete. I had promised to take Bob and Eve’s mail in. That would be easy. I sorted my mail and disposed of the junk mail into my recycle container then went into the garage to retrieve my cell phone to check for voice messages. There was one and it was from Artie. Just a quick reply to my request for his company; he would not be able to meet me until after the weekend. That was okay, my urge (at least for him) was not as strong as it had been. That is not to say that I wouldn’t have been glad if he could sneak away for a few hours of quality fuck time, but my disappointment was minimal. I headed back into the bathroom to dry my hair. I don’t like to towel dry it too much. If I do, it gets all frizzed. I usually blow dry it lightly until it is still a damp and then I apply a small amount of controlling gel. I noticed that my face had a little glow from the sun I must have gotten during the day despite staying in the shade as much as possible. It did not look bad actually. My legs were still nearly ghost white though. I got dressed somewhat toned down from my earlier outfit - blue jeans and an oxford blouse. My preppie look. Just a little mascara and I was off to Bob and Eve’s and the grocery store. Eve left a key for their back door where they usually do and I went in with their mail. Eve left me the plant watering directions on the kitchen counter. I read through it and then strolled through their house taking note of each of the plants in Eve’s detailed directions. As usual, their house was spotless. Nothing ever seemed out of place whenever I was there which was often enough. Eve was one of those women that had never worked outside the house and was the stereotypical housekeeper. She had successfully raised two daughters and an immature husband. From my conversations with her, I got the distinct sense that she was hoping Bob would “expire” so she could enjoy herself and the money he had made and they had saved over the years. Based on my assessment of the two of them, Eve should outlive Bob by a huge margin. Bob is your typical overweight, under exercised 55 year old couch potato. He drinks plenty of booze and smokes cigars all the time. Eve on the other hand could be seen swimming laps in their pool daily. Her body is well proportioned for a 50 year old. I decided that while I was there, that I’d snoop around a little. I quickly determined which side of the bed she slept in. One side of the mattress was significantly more depressed than the other. That had to be Bob’s side. I went over to the night table on Eve’s side and opened the drawer. My guess was correct, this was Eve’s side. There were assorted nail polishes, some emery boards, bobbie pins, and a standard yellow plastic vibrator. I am sure Eve would have been embarrassed for me to have seen that. I checked it – the batteries were dead. I went over to Bob’s night table and found the expected men’s magazines, adult and sports. There were also several unlabelled video cassettes. I was curious now and decided that I would just have to check these out later on. More than likely, they were probably just some stuff he video taped from TV.