Today I decided to rock out my daisy duke shorts! I was doing some yard work in the front of my house and of course I wanted to give something for the neighbor guys to check out. I know how they love it when I bend over and show them my luscious ass. I was kneeling on the ground by the flower beds when one of my neighbors walked over, it was Mr. Anderson the older guy across the street. He started to make simple conversation and I looked up at him and said, “Too bad we’re in the front yard, if we were in the back yard I would love to unzip your pants and give you one hell of a blow job.” Needless to say Mr. Anderson’s jaw dropped almost to the ground. It took him a few seconds to reply and then he said, “Well how about we move to a better location so I can do just that.” That’s exactly what we did. I liked the idea of doing it outside, so we went to the side of the house by some bushes and I took his already hard cock out and gave him one mind blowing orgasm. He seemed to enjoy it, that’s for sure. I feel like I am always doing my part for the neighborhood! Although I am sure the wives on the block would probably disagree.
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You called me earlier from work telling me what an awful day you have had. Every thing that could go wrong did, and to top it off you have to stay late to finish the project you have been working on because the deadline has been moved up to Monday.
You say how sorry you are, I know from the sound of your voice that you truly are. We had plans for tonight, and Saturday afternoon. I tell you it is okay, that every thing will work out, not to worry about it, just finish up then come home.
I hear your car as it comes up our street. I see you switch the headlights off then the soft sound of the driver’s side door close as you exit your car. I quietly run to the front door, making sure not to make any loud noises that will wake up the family sleeping like babies upstairs.
You almost do not see me, but when you finally do your face lights up. You quicken your pace, casting glances over your shoulder to see if you can tell if anyone else can see me.
I open my arms to you, you wrap yours around my waist. You kiss me deeply while slipping your hand into my panties to press against the moistened lips of my pussy. I pull back and quietly open up the front door. You come inside, taking your hand in mine I lead you to the den, because I know nobody will be able to hear us at all in there.
I watch as you take your clothes off, before anything is said you take me, pushing me down onto the desk, grinding against me, pressing your cock so deeply into me that I have to hold on to the edge of the desk for dear life. Your eyes never leave mine, I watch you, and you watch me as we both climax together.
You give me a quick kiss and whisper, “Mmmm Suzanne, if only my wife would fuck me like this.” To which I reply, “Mmmmmm lover, if only my husband would fuck me the way you do.” We both share a soft laugh, I walk you to the door and watch as you make your way next door. You blow me a kiss before unlocking the door that will lead you to your wife, while I close the door and make my way up the stairs that will lead me to my husband.
Suzanne
A secluded beach. There you were from a distance. When our eyes met it was like nothing I ever felt before. Your hands running up and down my sweet curves. Giving you an inviting kiss. You look at me with such lust and desire. You hold me and cherish me like your toy. Feeling the warm sun beat down on our bodies as we feed off each others body heat. Our lips brushing up against each others. Our tongues dancing together. You make me feel like the only woman in the world. Feeling my heart beat faster every time you touch me. Laying me down on the beach towel. You can see my breasts swelling as your remove my bikini top. Taking my nipple in your mouth ever so gently. Slowly tracing every inch of my breasts. Your lips traveling down my body kissing every inch. My eyes meet with yours again as your remove my tiny bottoms. Making my body feel alive with desire. Wanting to satisfy you in every way.
Today I had the most wonderful phone call. The gentleman who phoned me didn’t want to get right down to business. He instead took a great deal of time just talking.
We spoke on a lot of subjects. Art, Dance, Music, Travel, and every thing in between. The time just ticked away, before we knew it our time was up. We said our good byes and that was that.
Five minutes later the phone rang and it was him once again. He enjoyed the call so much that he decided to call back. I was pretty surprised since we never did get to ‘play’ the first time around. But it turns out, that is only part of what he wanted.
He was looking for someone who he could just talk to for awhile. Some one that he clicked with, and could hold a conversation with him on his level. It turns out I have become that woman for him. It isn’t every day where I get to speak to someone for more then a few moments on a chit chat basis. I am not saying that those who do phone me are rude, on the contrary, all of my callers are fabulous men (and women), and I make sure that all understand how much I appreciate them.
One thing in particular stuck with me. At the end of the second call he told me that I was “Sexy Sophistication”. I have never in my life been called that before, and I very much enjoyed it. I have been walking around all day with a smile on my face. All because of being thought of as that.
Thank you for thinking of me more then a ‘phone sex operator’ and taking the time to spend some real special time. I will always look back upon the call with great fondness. I hope to hear from you again soon.
~Patsy~
Everyone in the lobby was looking at me as I asked for the key to room 586. The guy behind the reception counter flirted with me a little bit before handing over the key. I of course, flirted right back, leaving him standing there blushing and grinning like a mad man.
As I stepped onto the elevator an older couple were already standing near the back. I smiled at both and bid them “Good evening.”, before turning to face the elevator door. As the glass doors slid closed, I caught a glimpse of the older man looking at my ass, and the older woman doing the same. I lowered my head to hide my smile from the both of them. As the elevator stopped on my floor I turned around and said, “If either of you are ever interested, here is my card.” The older man took it, read it then looked at me, the woman was still looking at my business card which her husband was holding in his hand as I exited the elevator.
I made my way down the hall, to your room. You had left instructions to enter without any form of announcement that I have arrived. I slip my card into the door and open it. The whole room is full of flickering candles, I step further into the huge suite only to find no one there at all. I remove my coat, place it on the chair, then move about the suite inspecting the furnishings, and paintings on the wall. I come to the sitting area and find a silver bucket with my favorite Champagne chilling, beside it is a note, “Candee, thought you would like this, pour yourself a drink or five and I will be with you shortly.”
After partaking of the wonderful liquid I hear the door open. I hear your footsteps as you move around the bedroom area, then I feel you walk up behind me, you slip your hands up and down my arms. You lean close to my neck, kissing along the hairline, moving up to my ear. I can feel your breath, warm and sweet against my skin. I turn to face you, and you kiss me, before making your way around the love seat that I am lounging in. You pick me up in your strong arms and carry me into the bedroom. You lay me on the bed, placing your hands on my thighs, moving them up further and further.
I stop you, I have to. You look up at me, a quizzical look upon your face. I stare down at you, then caress your cheek with the back of my hand before I tell you that I need my payment first. You laugh, get up, go inside your briefcase and fling an nondescript envelope at me before saying, “Always the whore Candee, always the whore.” I in turn reply, “Of course, it is after all what I am.” I grin at you, you grin at me, and I let the envelope slip to the floor as your tongue finds just the right spot.
Candee































































































































































































