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Late one night, as she finishes her studying for the exam, she feels a great
desire to log on the computer. She drives in to the cluster. Waiting there is
a message from a man. A stranger to her,but it says to call him later. She is
the adventurous sort so she chats on the computer for a while, then decides to
call him on-line. They speak only briefly for he is doing some work. He says
for her to call him when she returns home. It was very late but she agrees.

She’s a bit nervous about calling this man. She has a strange sensation going
through her body but it is quite an arousing one. Her roommate has long since
gone to bed, so she virtually has the place to herself. She hears the phone
ring in her ear. It sounds as if in a hollow chamber calling out her name. He
finally answers. They chat for a bit, just general BS. It is a cold rainy night
and she is feeling a bit uncomfortable. He asks if he can come over, but she
can’t say anything. The words stick in her throat. She knows what is on his
mind. His voice is tantilizing. The storm is weakening her resistence. Without
an answer, he says he’ll be over in 15 minutes. As she is waiting she begins
to think of why she let him come over. She doesn’t know. Read the rest of this entry »

I see you every week on this bus, and have wanted to approach you
for a long time. But I don’t, because the only reason I’m interested in
you is to fuck you, and I’d never betray my boyfriend to do it. If only
he wasn’t living in another state right now…
So every week I sit a few seats behind you…you sit in one of
the senior citizen seats and chat with the bus driver, so if I sit in the
first seat that faces forward, I have a great view. It’s a long bus ride
late at night, so we’re usually the only two on it, and you get off only
a few stops before I do.
When I get home, I go to bed and fantasize about having sex with
you. First I prepare myself for bed, brushing my teeth and washing my
face just as I always do. I take off my clothes and get into bed, beginning
to get excited by the feeling of the soft flannel sheet against my body.
My right hand snakes down to my cunt and starts its work, while my mind
starts its fantasy. Read the rest of this entry »

Back in the middle 60’s, I owned an apartment complex near
O’Hare field which catered to airline personnel and
expecially stewardesses. In those days, the stews were young
and perky, not like the grandmothers who fly today.

We ran a courtesy car to the airport every hour and
occasionally when we had more than a full load, either the
building manager or myself would run out to pick up the
overflow in our personal cars. On the night I will tell you
about, I was ready to leave to go to a night baseball game at
Sox park with my manager when I got the call from our driver
that there was one stewardess at American Airlines he couldn’t
pick up. Read the rest of this entry »

It was a hard relationship to describe. They had a lot in
common - both were professionals working full time, both married,
both having two children. But much of the similarities ended
there, one was female, and a delightful one at that, but more on
this later, the other male. Although they worked together they
lived far apart. Since neither one could bear to hurt another
their “romance” was not the textbook-type. Sandy and Jim sort of
recognized that their lives were previously taken, but they still
had a deep attraction and affection for each other. They enjoyed
being together, whenever they could manage it, for the office
wags would have a field day if their “relationship”, no matter
how chaste, became public knowledge. Read the rest of this entry »