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"Is this seat taken," she asked? "No, please sit, I'm Don Crawford," he answered. "Thank you, Colleen Kennedy," she replied, as she sat down. "Is that Double Diamond," she inquired? "Yes it is, I don't think I've seen you in here before, do you come in often?" "No, this is only the second time. I'm in town on business and thanks to a bitch of a secretary I'm stuck here until Sunday. My colleagues left this afternoon for Vancouver and all the flights are booked until Sunday." Colleen caught Rita's attention as the waitress served another table. "Two pints of Double Diamond please," Colleen requested of the barmaid, "you don't mind if I buy you a drink do you?" "No, I appreciate the offer, so what happened if you don't mind my asking," Don inquired, "I can't believe that all the flights to Vancouver are booked there must be at least four or five flights a day."

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Thursday evening on his way home after working late Don decided to stop in at the Blue Boar for a pint. He turned into the parking lot and began searching for an open space in the small crowded lot; he found one at the far end of the aisle. As he walked into the pub he saw why the parking lot was so full; there were no empty tables in the main room and there were no empty sits at the bar. Don walked to the bar and caught Rita's eye; as she came over to take his order a couple came out of the back room. Don glanced in and saw that the small table in the back corner was unoccupied. "I'll have a pint of Double Diamond Rita," he said, "can you bring to the back table?" "Sure, Don, it'll be just a few minutes," she replied. Don sat at the two person table and gazed out at the packed bar. As Rita served him his ale Don noticed the most beautiful head of coppery red hair he'd ever seen. He stared at the back of the woman's head until she turned around. She was very pretty in her late twenties or early thirties Don guessed. She noticed him or perhaps the empty seat and came over to his table; she stood about 5' 8" tall and weighed around 130 pounds, very nicely built. She was wearing a U necked top that revealed just the right amount of cleavage, her skirt ended just above the knee and her legs were slim and attractive.

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We started talking about BBSing. Greg and Brad were talking about some
conversation, that he had on the MSS board. Then Veronica and I brought up the
car ride over here. the guys told us it was a first for them, and then we all
laughed. they said that they couldn’t believe they allowed us to do that
(blindfold). Jan said in honesty, did either one of you peek? they gave us a
shit-eaten grin, said no we were being good sports about it. Not that either Me
or Veronica cared at this point. Greg couldn’t help himself any longer and
leans over and kisses Veronica softly on the lips. he thinks she’s sexy, he
want to do more, but doesn’t want to make her scared. over in the other corner,
was Jan and Brad, sitting and touching each other’s bodies. not wasting any
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Wondering what the hell to do we decided to write a story, because with no computer it was boring! Just then Jan remembered she had some private numbers of some other BBS users and made a suggestion to call and see if any of them had power. Jan got out her black book and looked up a few of the numbers by candle light. At least the phones worked. We dialed the phone; it rang and rang. Finally Brad answered his phone. Jan was excited to be hearing a voice she only had words to. Veronica got on the other phone, so we all could talk together. Brad said "Oh that's why you aren't on. Been looking for you both.

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Although she tensed up and her hand went down to his, she did not
stop him. He gentle crept up her lovely turned leg towards the
seat of passion so remote to him until now. He felt the
impenetrable fortress of under pants, but his tracing of her
furry triangle and delicate rubbing above her mons and labia were
more like a warrior scouting the bastille than a lovers touch.

Apparently assuming that Jim would be satisfied with this she
reengaged him in another passionate kiss. After a seemingly long
time, but only a few moments, Jim’s, by now, expert hand gentle
crept up to the waste band elastic on Sandy’s panties and gentle
pulled them down.

As Sandy broke free again to prevent a further invasion, Jim
grabbed her with both arms again and rolled her over on top of
him. As she struggled to regain her balance he quickly hoisted
her skirt up to waste level and deftly lowered her panties in
practically the same motion. By the time she knew what had
happened, he again rolled her back to the seat. She could not
reach her panties to get them back, so she had to limit herself
to trying to extract herself from under Jim again. This just
allowed Jim’s hand to again search out the tempting warm spot
between Sandy’s legs.

Southern Peach

Administrator — Sun, 05 Aug 2007 16:07:39 +0000

The day was hot and humid like any others in the South, where
the air was so infested with odors and sweat you actually had to
swim through it. And clothes, heck, it was minimal while it clung
to you like a wet towel. It was 101 degrees with a humidity of 100
per cent, or at least, that was what it felt like. I was being
boiled right on my seat in this supposedly air conditioned
hamburger joint that was called, “Art’s Burgers”–the sign was
vandalized and now said, “Art’s Bugers.”
I had been invited by my friend Chris to visit his folks and
see the South, which he promised would be “a whole boot’n fun.” So
far, all there had been was a soak-fest, a slimy burger that I
thought moved, and supreme boredom.
I asked myself, “Why am I here?”
I answered, “Waiting for Chris.”
“Okay, but why did decided to come to Georgia in the first
place?”
“Because Chris asked.”
“Okay, but why is Chris late?”
“I don’t know, maybe he got hit by a Confederate soldier and
got mowed down. Just shut up and enjoy your burger.”
So I shut up and tried my best to enjoy the greasy burger.
When I say greasy, I mean, oil was dripping out of the burger.
Better yet, the grease looked like 10W/40 after 3000 miles.
Finally disgusted with the foul taste, I spate out the single bite
I took out of the most disgusting food that I had ever attempted to
eat. Instead, I quaffed down the flat Coke. Here I was in a
little itty-bitty town called Sunrise(or something like that) in
the middle of nowhere, past trying to finish Art’s Buger, and horny
as hell. The latter was noted with distinction. I think it was
the heat.
I looked out. Chris was not there yet. For that matter,
there was nobody outside…just a two dogs biting each others’
heads off and making a racket. So I examined the insides of the
modest resort called “Art’s Bugers.” It was red. I mean, CHERRY
RED; it was decked out in the fifties motif, with the jukebox and
the checkered floor. If it got any more sickening cliche, I was
probably living in a cartoon. And judging by the good taste of the
populace, I was the only customer at 1:13PM. Precisely.
There was Art, a frail looking chef with grey stubble and a
unlit cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth. There was
the was sweet looking Mrs. Art Bugers, who had so kindly served me
earlier the black plague, and there was J’Belle, their daughter.
And she was looking mighty fine to me at that moment, hungry as I
was.
She was at most eighteen and her short body was a bountiful
harvest. As a southern adage usually interjected at any
conversation regarding the weaker sex, made up instantly by such a
southern gentleman with that funny drawl, “I’d reckon she’s shapely
lahhhhhk a gip cow on moonshine.” Whatever it meant, I wanted to
say that she was contoured like the Alps from head to toe; her
sunny hair was tied behind in a tail; she wore a sunny smile that
said everything in the world and her blue eyes, or as the accent
goes, “aaahhhs,” were adorable. I wanted to eat her for breakfast,
lunch, dinner, and then some. Finally, I made up my mind.
I beckoned J’Belle over and asked for some more Coke. As she
was reaching for my glass, I pulled her close and said. “Dear, I’m
absolutely in love with you, you gorgeous little thing. How about
a kiss?” I then patted her rump with a teasing pinch. She blushed
bright red, frozen for the moment, standing there not sure of what
to say or do. I was sure every sane guy passing this young minx
passed off a pass like the one I made to this absolutely yummy dim
sum, but I was sure never by a woman. I sat there smiling my most
sincere smile, licking my lips in anticipation.
Now, I’m no dyke. But I do enjoy the company of little girls
and genteel women. As well, I’ve always wanted to say something
like that in front of a total stranger. And like I said, I was
hornier than a toad in spring. (Whatever that means.) The heat
does that to you.
J’Belle closed her eyes and turned her back with my cup and
headed for the counter. She told her mother my order and headed
for the Women’s Bathroom(or the Water Closet as they say in
England). I smiled. All the better! I followed her into the
Women’s.
As I entered the dirty little back-room, complete with the
smell of Lysol and crust on the ceiling, J’Belle was leaning on the
single white sink in the room. She jumped when she saw me enter.
Her eyes widened. But she remained silent. I walked slowly up to
her so as not to scare her off and put my hands around her
enviously slim waist. Drawing her close, I smelled the fries she
was making, but that scarcely discouraged my game. I had to pull
her up slightly, but I did manage to seal our lips with a soft,
tender kiss. Her first resistance melted away and was replaced a
curious anticipation. I was lost in J’Bell’s pair of lush, full
lips. They were so juicy and tasty. I could have kissed her for
hours! I wanted to eat her whole, starting with those strawberry
lips. But I had other plans in mind.
J’Belle was lost in her own dream world as I said to her,
“J’Belle dear, why don’t you take a seat in this nice stall over
here.”
She nodded dumbly and sat. I closed the stall door. Though
it was a tight fit, I could still manoeuvre around. “Now, J’Belle.
I want you to close your eyes and relax. That’s right, dear.”
My hands flew over her body and ruffled through her frilly
uniform, feeling her soft curves. She was no Plainsman, rather,
more a Rockies person. Her cute floral underwear was what I was
after. I stripped it off carefully and was rewarded with a muffled
gasp that she quickly silence with a swallow. In a couple minutes,
I had her hiccupping with pleasure.
I would like to believe that we both left the bathroom wiser
and more content. Actually, more like she became a bit more wiser
and I, a bit more content. But it amounted to the same thing, did
it not?
I went back to my table and lit a cigarette, and puffed away
like a whore after trick. Wait. That is the other way around, but
you get the idea. J’Belle came by and placed the Coke gently in
front of me. She had a Cheshire grin and her bright eyes twinkled
merrily. J’Belle even gave me a shy wink before she went back to
frying her french fries. I snuffed out my cigarette and enjoyed
the euphoria of the significance of life, of meeting new people and
sharing with them what little I possessed. It is a really good
feeling to know that you may have done some good for another
person, and frankly, I had a blast.
I looked back outside as a light blue Chevy truck pulled up.
Chris the Priss was here. He came in with a courteous nod to the
owners of Art’s Bugers and hurried over to me with an apologetic
face. “Sorry, Cel. But I ran into an old friend getting here. I
mean, ran into him. He wasn’t too happy but he’ll live.” he said
smiling weakly.
“No problem, Chris. C’mon. Let’s go see your big plantation
house!” I replied excitedly.
Going out the door, I heard J’Belle call out, “Now y’all come
back soon, Miss.”
I turned and waved to her in the affirmative and returned her
a coy wink.
Art’s Bugers may taste like shit, but Art’s daughter was the
sweetest southern peach I’ve ever tasted. I turned to Chris and
said, “I don’t know about their burgers.”
He chuckled as we got into his truck.
“…but I would definitely come back for a wedge of their
scrumptious Georgian Peach Pie.”

Sex In The Woods

Administrator — Sat, 04 Aug 2007 11:31:39 +0000

She got out of her car and locked it before she shut the door. She
took the stuff out of the trunk after opening it. Carrying a blanket
and a good book with her as she stumbled through the dense woods. She
finally reached a clearing and gasped at the sight. Acres of green tall
grass lay before her. Smiling, she skipped to the spot where she
thought was safe to settle down.
After laying the blanket down, she laid on her stomach and started to
read the book. The sun shone on her, making her a little hot. She sat
up and took her shirt off then laid it down beside her. She resumed
back to reading.
Deeply engrossed in her book, she didn’t see a shadow fall on her.
She jumped when she felt a hand touch her shoulder, stiffling a scream.
She stared into the person’s face in bewilderment. She sat up and
covered her chest, since she was clad in a sexy bra. The person moved
and she saw his face. Sighing with relief as he spoke, “Did I startle
you? I’m sorry.”
“Yeah, you did. What are you doing here? How did you know that I was
going to be here?” She asked.
He shrugged. “I always came here when I needed the time alone. I
didn’t know that you did too.”
She motioned for him to sit down. He sat down by her. “So, well. What
are you doing here without your shirt?”
“I was hot. So, I thought I’d take it off since no one would see me.
I sure as hell didn’t expect anybody. I thought I was the only one who
knew this place.”
He chuckled. She smiled. His eyes kept on looking at her breasts. She
blushed.
“You’re beautiful, you know that?”
“Yeah, you told me that. Remember.” She looked away.
“Oh, did I?” He looked puzzled.
Hurt flashed in her eyes. “Yes. That night you came over.”
His forehead wrinkled as he tried to remember. Then, he said, “Ah.
Now, I remember. When was that?”
She sighed. “A month ago. It was simply a one night stand.”
“One night stand? Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
He gazed into her eyes. She lowered her eyes, avoiding eye contact.
Her chin was lifted by his hand, forcing her to look at him. She
blushed. He smiled then kissed her gently. She moved back, afraid of
what was going to happen again.
He nodded in understanding. “I guess I better get lost. You look like
you need time alone.”
She laid an hand on his thigh. “Don’t go.”
He arched his eyebrow. Then he covered her hand with his. “Are you
sure? Seeing you without your shirt is tempting me. It’s like you’re
playing with fire, sitting there like that.”
She sighed then moved forward to him. Delicately kissing him, she
rubbed his thigh. He held back, unsure. She darted her tongue into his,
invading his barrier. He responded with a passionate fervor. His hands
found his way around her and pulled her toward him. She moaned in
relief.
He laid back, still kissing her passionately. He let his hand roam
around her body, feeling her and setting her on fire with his touch.
She ripped his shirt, popping the buttons off. Then yanked it off. He
chuckled into her mouth. He felt her hands slide toward his torso to
his manhood. That was when he became hard.
He moved away, panting. She looked at him, lustily. They ripped their
clothes off and made an small pile of clothes. Naked, they lay on the
blanket, caressing and kissing. He fingered her wet clitoris as she
fondled his rigid shaft. She moaned, “Oh, god. I can’t wait any
longer…”
He moved her legs until they rested on his shoulders. Shifting into
position, he gazed at her body. Then he thrust his hard penis into her
dripping clitoris. He kept moving back and forth, with her arching her
hips to meet his in rhythm.
They held back as long as they could then they climaxed. She
convulsed as he squirted his juices in her. Then he rested on top of
her as she moved her legs off of his shoulders to the blanket. She felt
him go semi-soft inside her and smiled.
“You were great.” She complied.
“Thanks. So were you.”
She blushed then laughed. “Guess we are going to go on like it never
happened.”
He looked at her. She looked back at him. She became nervous. He
smiled. “We could do it again when the mood strikes us, like today.”
“Sure…” she faltered for a second. “That’d be nice.”
They stared at eachother, lost into their thoughts. Then she added,
“Next time, phone me.”
She manuvered out of his embrace, letting his dick slide out. She got
dressed in front of him. “Where are you going?” He asked.
She gazed over to him and said, “Home.”
“Home?!?”
“Yeah. Thanks for the lesson. Give me a call and we see what we can
do…”
She bit her mouth, regretting on what she said. Then opened her mouth
to say something else but clamped it shut and turned around. She picked
her book up, saying “Keep the blanket and return it to me later.”
With that she walked away. He looked after her, sighing. What did I
do wrong, he wondered. I was sure that she liked me. Must be something
I did.
She got in the car, slammed the door and burst into tears. “Damn it!
Why can’t I resist him?!? He’s screwing my life up! I gotta do
something about it…”
An idea struck her as she hit her fist against the steering wheel.
“Oh, boy.”
Then she smiled that smile which could freeze the meanest animal.

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