“Jan,” Blair Vogelson said into the intercom, “please bring me a cup of coffee and the those letters you typed up for me last night.” “Very good, ma’am,” the secretary replied, “I’ll be right in.” A few moments later her office door swung open and in strode Jan with as Styrofoam cup of steaming coffee in one hand, and a half inch thick stack of papers and envelopes in the other. “How’s it going this morning, boss,” Jan asked brightly, “anything special on the agenda for today?” Carefully taking the cup from her secretary’s hand, Blair took a sip and replied, “No, nothing special, just the usual, but if you have the time, I’d like to chat with you for a minute or two if that’s all right?” Jan nodded her head and replied, “Your time is my time, what’s up?”

“Oh, no,” Belinda groaned to herself, “not now, please not now, I don’t have time for this right now.” But no amount of pleading or denial would change the basic facts, she was a lesbian fem who, although she lived alone and all of her lesbian friends were fems, once every two or three months got the uncontrollable urge to be taken by a bull dyke and just be plain dominated. When the urge struck her, her frilly panties would be drenched with a flow of pussy juice that was almost overwhelming. She looked at the clock on her office wall and commented, “Shit, still two hours to go until five,” as she dabbed the sweat from her forehead, “please, clock go,” she pleaded.

This was the one day of the year Molly hated to go shopping. No, she hadn’t lost her feminine drive to load up her credit card buying the latest fashions, it was just that this was the day she had to buy her new bathing suit for the up coming season. “May I help you dear,” the middle aged sales lady asked as Molly was checking out a rack full of brightly colored bikinis. “Uh, yes, please,” Molly replied, “I need a new suit and I was just looking to see if any of these were my size.” The lady looked her over for a second and asked, “About a size four?” “Yes,” Molly replied. “Follow me, please,” the lady replied, Molly dutifully trailed along until they stopped by a large display of quite attractive suits in the rear of the store. “After you’ve selected three or four,” the lady offered, “you can try them on over there in the dressing room.” Molly thanked her, and after about fifteen minutes she had found three models that she wished to try on. She was just entering a vacant dressing room, when much to her surprise, the sales lady slipped in behind her and closed the door behind them. “What are you doing in here,” Molly demanded, “I’m quite capable of trying them on by myself!” The lady smiled softly, and in a gentle tone replied, “I know you can, dear, I just wanted to help you out, don’t worry, I do this all of the time. A second ago she had been a little hot under the collar, but after hearing the almost lilting voice of the sales lady reassuring her, Molly lost all of her resolve and began slipping out of her tee shirt and jeans.

It was so hot and sticky, Angela was sure that the other riders of the bus could smell it as well. Her cunt, her pussy, her quim, call it what you liked, but at this very moment, Angela’s vagina was leaking like a dripping water faucet. Now if she had worn panties, well then maybe no one would have noticed, but Angela never wore panties, because, well because she was what in polite circles was called an exhibitionist. At this very moment Angela had made eye contact with a middle aged man who was seated across from her. Her eyes barely flickered, but when she dropped them nonchalantly to her lap, she casually spread her legs, giving him an eye full of inner thigh and closely cropped pussy fur. His eyes went from her crotch back to her face, but he immediately knew that she wanted him to look, just by the smirking little half smile that crossed her lips. He wet his lips with his tongue, glanced around to see if anyone else was watching, and then let his gaze fall to Angela’s nether region. For the next five minutes he stared at the plump brown haired slit, only taking his eyes off it to see if anyone had discovered his furtive activity. When they were almost to Angela’s stop, she shifted her weight slightly, and then flexed her cunt muscles, causing her lips to bulge in and out, separating slightly to give a glimpse of her pink crack. Angela thought his eyes were going to pop out of his head, so she smirked at him again and gave him one final pussy flex for good measure. She then closed her legs and stood up to exit the bus, giving him a lilting, “Have a nice day, sir,” as she breezed past him, out the door, and onto the street.

“Mm, this looks nice,” April said as she held up a pink baby’s christening dress, “that is if I have a little girl.” She was just about to pick up a matching blue outfit when someone on the other side of the table asked, “Is that you, April?” “Who is it?” she asked while trying to focus on the questioner. “It’s me, Lin Park, you know from college, back then I was Lin Yamana.” “Lin,” April cried, “how long has it been, four years, now?” as she walked around the table to meet her old college chum. “Gosh it’s good to see you again,” Lin offered as the two women gave each other a big hug. “You too,” April gushed, “I see you’re in the same condition I am.” “Yup,” Lin replied, “I’m due in about five weeks, what about you?” “Six, but all of my sisters had their first one a week early, so I’m ready for anything,” she replied with a laugh, “Is this your first, too?” “Uh huh,” Lin replied, “do you know what yours is gonna be yet, Tom and I didn’t want to know.” “Us either,” April answered quickly, “that would take half the fun out of it!” “Say,” April said brightly, “I have my car right outside the store and I don’t live too far away, why don’t you come over and we’ll have some coffee and reminisce about old times?” Lin checked her watch and after thinking about it for a moment replied, “Sure, why not, Tom has to work late tonight anyway, let’s go.”

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I wanted to get showered early so I would get a good start on my first day as a camp counselor. The first set of campers would not show up for two weeks yet, but there was preliminary work to do, and I had never been a camp counselor before. I nervously stepped out from my cabin, wearing only a robe and beach sandals, and headed for the communal shower/toilet that served this cluster of cabins. I hadn’t walked around out in the open naked for a year or so and wearing just the robe began to get me horny. Being early, I would be able to get some relief in the shower.

Frannie was in a state of euphoria. Last night Kenny “popped the question”. They were getting married! She couldn’t wait to tell Kim, her best friend since grade school. They had both wondered if Kenny would ever get the nerve to go through with it, and finally it happened. He had been so sweet, just like in the movies he fumbled with and engagement ring and stumbled with his question. It was all Frannie could do to keep from asking her for him. When he finally did get it straight Frannie threw her arms around his neck and practically screamed “Yes!”

“Mmmmm, this tastes pretty good,” Vanna said after taking a nibble on the pork roast she had just removed from the oven, “I hope Mike likes it, it’s one of her favorites!” Mike, that was just a shortened version for Michelle, but calling her that even by mistake sometimes cause her to fly off into a rage. Vanna was going about the business of preparing the rest of the evening meal when she heard the front door of the apartment opening. “Is that you, Mike,” she called form the kitchen, “I’m out here in the kitchen, supper will be ready in about ten minutes.” Clad in a flannel work shirt, blue jeans, and heavy work boots, Mike appeared in the kitchen door and growled, “Get me a beer, I’m fucking beat.” Vanna went to the fridge and pulled out a long neck bottle of Budweiser and handed it to her tough looking room mate while saying, “Rough day, huh?” “The fucking worst, that ass hole Parker had me hauling cement all day when he knew my hamstring was still sore,” she spat after taking a long swallow out of her bottle. “Well,” Vanna said brightly, “I’ve made one of your favorites, roast pork and apple sauce, maybe that will make you feel a little better.” “Maybe,” Mike said sullenly, “maybe.”

Ingrid felt anything like going on a vacation, but she had bought her ticket over six months ago which was non refundable, and for a working girl like her, $2,650.00 was just too much to throw away, even if she did have a broken heart. That lying skunk, Chris, how could he have done this to her! She always had a feeling that he was a little bit on the shifty side, but when she found out that he was seeing two other girls on the side, well that was just too much. They had been planning this cruise for over a year when just by pure chance she saw Chris and a buxom blond coming out of a Midtown hotel at two in the afternoon. Later that evening when she confronted him with her allegation, instead of denying it he laughed right in her face and practically bragged at how for all these months he had been playing her for a sucker. With her head spinning and the nausea rising in her throat, she managed to open the door and ordered him out of her apartment as well as the rest of her life.

Jack peeked out from underneath the covers at the digital clock on the night stand and moaned, “Six thirty already, what a day I have ahead of me.” He lay still for a couple of minutes before whipping back the covers so he could hop out of bed. He was just making a move to leave when a soft warm hand grabbed his arm and the silky smooth southern accent came lilting from the other side of the bed, “Jack, honey, you’re not gonna run off with giving me some morning sugah are ya?” He looked over his shoulder at the tousled blonde hair of his beautiful young wife and pleaded, “Not today, Cindy Lou, I’ve got to get to work, the boss wants to see me first thing.” With one smooth motion, she peeled back her side of the covers and exposed her nubile naked body, with the slim hips and large firm breasts. “Now, sugah,” she whispered, “can that mean old Mr. Owens offer you anything like this?” “Sweet jesus,” he said while sucking in is breath, “you know I can’t resist that, it’s just not fair.” “Honey,” she cooed, “everything’s fair in love and war, and this,” she said while running her hand up and down her perfect body, “is meant for love.”

“What’s the matter, Jan,” Alana asked while maneuvering her new SUV through suburban traffic, “you haven’t said three words since we left home, and if I didn’t know better I’d say that you look a little flushed.” Lost in though, Jan didn’t even acknowledge Alana’s question until she felt her friend give her a poke in the ribs and repeat her question. “Uh, oh sorry, I wasn’t paying attention,” Jan replied, “I was just thinking.” “Thinking,” she shot back, “about what, for god’s sakes, we’re two women of age and we’re going shopping using our husband’s money, now tell me, what in the heck could be better than that?” Jan threw her head back and gave a short laugh but then replied staidly, “Well, I guess I am a little bit in the dumps, Hank had to leave the house early today and I just miss him that’s all.” They drove in silence for a minute or so until Alana offered, “So you missed out on your morning sugar, huh?” Jan looked over at her friend and just rolled her eyes before saying, “You’re incorrigible, do you know that?” Alana made a show of acting hurt and answered, “Me, what ever are you talking about, all I did was make a perfectly reasonable observation, nothing more or nothing less, that’s all.”

“Julia, I must say that the table looks absolutely divine,” gushed her good friend Minerva. “I second that motion,” Abra rejoined enthusiastically, “I don’t know how you do it, but every time I eat here it’s like dining at The Rainbow Room.” Julia took her seat at the head of the table as her three dinner companions took theirs, that being Abra, Minerva, and last but certainly not least, Rhonda, who of course every one called Roni. As was their usual custom, they were all dressed up for their once a month dinner party. “So, Julia,” Abra asked, “what’s on the menu for this evening?” “Are you referring to the dinner menu or dessert?” Julia replied with a laugh. “Either one or both,” Abra retorted. “Well then,” Julia responded, “I guess I’ll answer both of your questions, for dinner it’s poached salmon with almonds, and for dessert, it’s, well let me show you, Mia darling, you may start bringing in the dinner.”

The morning was cool and crisp as I began my hike up the trail to the top of Terry Peak, and although it was late October, the sun was just beginning to warm the South Dakota mountain side. I had been looking forward to the solitude of the mountains all week and relished the thought of two days away from the office. I adjusted my backpack, picked up my walking stick and set off at an easy gait. Being the youngest member of an old line Rapid City law firm was an honor to be sure, but it also meant that the usual and mundane cases were thrown my way, for this reason this weekend of climbing would take my mind off the sometimes boring humdrum of the weekly grind. While the Black Hills mountains are no Pikes Peak, they can quickly tucker you out if you’re not in climbing shape, and as such, after about one hour I was ready to take a break. I pulled off the trail and looked for a good spot to rest my legs. As I sat on a rock eating a banana, I heard a giggle coming from a thicket about thirty yards farther off the trail, it sounded like a female laugh, which was followed by another noise that sounded more like a groan. I got up and went to investigate, and as I peered through the bushes I got the surprise of my life. Two women not more than 50 feet from me were on a large red blanket naked as jaybirds. It was quite obvious that they weren’t just sunbathing, as the blond had her mouth buried in the brunette’s pussy! The dark haired girl was moaning and twisting her nipples as her lover ate her for all it was worth, and I got an immediate hard on just watching the two go at it.

Jerry was spending a few days with his old high school buddy, Dave, and his wife, Bobbie. Jerry hadn’t seen Dave in years, and when he found that he would be in their town on business he had called to say hello. Dave had insisted that he stay with them, instead of at a motel.