The sudden lurch of the train pulling out of the station roused Gwen from her momentary cat nap. As they slowly picked up speed she watched in silence as the city turned into suburbs which in turn became fields of lush green corn and soybeans, mixed in with an occasional patch of golden brown wheat. The gentle motion of car and the barely discernible clickety-clack of the steel wheels were quite calming. She was just about to doze off again when a feminine voice asked softly, “Do you mind if I sit across from you, most of the other seats are taken?” Gwen quickly looked up at her inquisitor and nodded for the stranger that it was all right with her. The woman easily tossed her duffel bag into the over head compartment and slid effortlessly into the seat opposite Gwen’s. She wasn’t pretty, exactly, more wholesome with smooth pink cheeks and a short shock of blond hair that made her look younger than she probably was. While it was hard to tell exactly, the blond appeared to be taller than average with a chest that was almost dominating! Gwen wasn’t really up for conversation but the blond quickly extended her hand and introduced herself by saying, “Hi, my name’s Steffi Grand!” “Uh, my name’s Gwen,” she mumbled while shaking the woman’s hand, “Gwen Porter.” “Nice to meet ya, Gwen,” Steffi replied while flashing a radiant smile. “Where’re you headed, I’m going to New Orleans?” “Me, too,” Gwen replied while warming up to the conversation, “I’m from Chicago.” Gwen found out that they were both from the Big Windy and really had quite a lot in common. They traded information about themselves until it was time for dinner when they retired to the dining car to get a bite to eat.

I’d been waiting to hit the beach ever since I moved to Ft. Walton Beach, Florida, but one thing or another would come up and I’d have to put it off again. Finally I got my chance. I packed my suntan lotion, towel, umbrella and a steamy book into my sand proof bag and set it by the door. I rummaged through my drawers and found my bikini. I loved the way it looked on my body. My curves were left to tempt anyone who dared look at me. I felt so incredibly sexy in it. I twirled a few times in front of the mirror to make sure I looked all right. Once I was satisfied I threw on a tank top and a pair of my jogging shorts. I slipped on my sandals, picked up my bag and was out the door. I purposely left my cell phone tucked safely away in my desk drawer. Nothing was going to stop the day I had planned for myself.

I squinted up at the clock hanging between the two bay windows. Damn, it’s eleven o’clock already. I couldn’t get my lover out of my mind and definitely couldn’t focus on my paperwork. I needed to get it done or my boss would give birth to a full grown cow. This merger was huge and I was left with all the contracts and minor details. Of course this meant I was dealing with tons of money hiding in the words cleverly crafted by lawyers. No pressure, ha! I’d been getting home from work late the past week and I knew Chelsea understood, but I wanted to be there with her. Her soft skin, her delicate kiss, the way she smelled, and the way she moaned lightly into my ear as I played with her sweet pussy. I shook my head. I couldn’t get her out of my mind.

Portland, Oregon is, supposedly, the city in the United States with the most strip clubs per inhabitant, and has traditionally had quite liberal stripping laws compared to other places in the US (the Oregon Constitution protects stripping as “free speech”). So, when I decided to do some strip club exploration for Hotberries, I figured this would be a good place to start.

Valerie Rydell stood nervously in front of the Underground Bar while trying to decide if she should go inside. It was cool in Chicago, and to protect herself from the brisk wind whipping in off of Lake Michigan she pulled her trench coat tight around her body while contemplating her decision. She must be out of her mind! Never in her wildest dreams would she have thought it would come down to this! A happily married forty six year old woman with two beautiful children trying to make up her mind whether to go into a rather notorious lesbian hangout! It was now or never, so with a great deal of trepidation she gingerly pushed open the heavy door and slipped inside.

Leeann followed Shauna out of the bar and into the parking lot, the cool, night air slipped up her skirt, tickling her damp inner thighs and pussy. She pushed her red hair out of her eyes and behind her ear. The memory of Shauna's licking, finished only moments ago in the ladies’ room, made her hot. Her bare nipples rubbed against the inside of her blouse adding to her overall arousal.

Finally the day we had been waiting for arrived and we walked up the ramp to the ship. I don’t remember the name of it since it was about five miles long and in another language. It was beautiful. We were given directions on where our room was located and Melanie and I wasted no time unpacking. This cruise was going to last a week and we didn’t want to be living out of our suitcases.

As I followed her through the museum I couldn’t help but stare at her. She was absolutely gorgeous. She could easily been a part of the museum and no one would think twice. We entered the ‘racy’ section of the museum. There have been several attempts to close it down, calling it pornography, lucidious and other ridiculous views. I admit I am not a huge fan of art. I mean, I like it and all but I don’t drool over stuff. There are displays that make me think about sex and before I know it, I’m horny. It doesn’t help that I’m always following her through there and staring at her hips sway back and forth as she walks. Her sultry voice filling the hallways, as she tells the tourists a little bit about each piece.

Zoey slowed her car to crawl as she checked the house numbers as she slowly rolled down the quiet shaded street. “Let me see now,” she muttered under her breath, “115, 121, 127, ahhhhhhh, here we are, 133!” She parked her car in a under the shade of a large oak tree, and after checking to make sure that she had everything in her black attache case she headed up the front walk to the large colonial house that stood proudly amongst the large stand of trees surrounding the property. She checked one last time the name on the order form and rang the bell and waited. A few moments later a pretty, red haired, pregnant lady of about thirty or so answered the door and invited her inside. “You must be Zoey,” she said with a smile while extending her hand. “And you must be Mrs. Gordon,” Zoey replied while setting down her brief case. “Call me Lisa,” the rotund woman answered while ushering Zoey into the large well appointed living room, “please, have a seat.” Zoey picked out a large plush easy chair and plopped herself down while Lisa did the same on the long sofa. “I was a little reluctant to call your company,” Lisa began, “but it’s gotten to the point where I just need some help!” Zoey smiled her radiant smile and replied gently, “Well, it’s good that you called us, that’s what we’re here for!” “How long have you been with the company?” Lisa asked. “I’m a senior at State U.,” Zoey replied, “this is just a summer job, but I certainly enjoy it, so what do you say we get down to business.”

I started this job at the beginning of summer. I admit I only got the job so I could be near the beach all day and wear those tight little uniforms. Ok, maybe not the last bit. I’m a housekeeper for one of the many condos that line Perdido Beach. My family says I’m in a dead end job and I need to do better for myself. The fact is, they don’t know all the services I provide for the patrons of the Seagull. I hadn’t always done the extras. And I don’t do them for all the folks there. Just the women.

Mary Pekin sat in the back row of the high school class room almost unable to look any of the other women in the face. This was so embarrassing! She had lost complete control over her sex drive because of her over developed clitoris! She had been to six doctors and each and every one of them gave her the same diagnosis: Hyper Clitoral Dysfunction. Good grief, she had never even heard of it until her own organ ballooned up until it actually looked like a little penis! There were at least twelve other women present, and Mary wondered if they were stuck in the same leaky boat as she was. Her last doctor had recommended she attend this special class to help her cope with her problem. This was the first of seven scheduled meetings and Mary was nervous to say the least! Several of the other women were talking in subdued voices when a firm voice resounded, “If we could all take our seats, we can get started!”

I set my keys down on the kitchen counter and made for the fridge. As I reached for a soda I thought I heard giggling. “God what are they up to now?” I thought. I could see the light coming from underneath the door of Missy’s room. “Probably watching a porn film or something and laughing about it.” I popped open the soda can and headed to the bathroom. I had been at work all day. I wanted nothing more than a nice shower and put on my sweats. I took a quick shower and as I walked past Missy’s door again the giggling had changed to hushed moans. I shook my head and headed for my bedroom. As I toweled off I heard a loud thump then a lot of giggling. Now I just had to see what they were up to.