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- Yesterday
Daphne
Daphne Virgin guy gets the girl at last. Based on a post by S3lwyncd0g. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. I had no idea how much my life was about to change when I went to work that night in April 1980. I was nineteen, had no girlfriend, hell, never even been kissed. I had a job buffing floors in a department store. All the cleaning and restocking was done in the evening and right after closing. Then, after everyone was gone, I came in to do the floors. This way, no one was in my way or tracking on the floors. I would wax a different area each night and simply mop and buff all others as needed. I was going to Junior College and the store’s general manager was my Dad’s best friend and my godfather. Looking back, I was so lucky that this happened before camera surveillance systems were widespread and affordable. I stuck a tape in the cassette player in the office and it played over the store’s sound system, Kool and the Gang was my music tonight. I turned around and nearly shit my pants. Daphne, the Boss’s daughter, was right behind me, I yelped. “Sorry, Kip. Didn’t mean to scare you.” she said. “T-That’s okay,” I replied trying to calm down, “I didn’t know anyone was here.” She pointed to her Dad’s office, “Yeah, I was crashed on his sofa.” I noticed she had a sad demeanor and her hair was all mussed up. “I just didn’t feel like going home and needed someplace to sit and think,” she said and turning, walked out of the office and onto the store floor. The offices were on the second floor which also contained the Home Decor and Furnishings as well as Clothing departments. I followed her. Daphne was almost like a cousin. We’d grown up together, she was a year older than me and had been a tomboy until puberty hit her. And boy, did it hit her hard. She went from cute to hot in no time. Of course boys noticed and flocked around her. I got left behind. Now at twenty she stood 5'9", was stacked with big tits and the naturally blonde hair from her Mother’s Swedish family line. She was wearing a baggy blue crop-top and a pair of red and white striped tight short shorts. (ah the fashion of the 80’s) Her long legs looked amazing. Naturally I followed her. “You okay?” I asked when I caught up with her. “Hmm? Oh yeah… I guess…” she mumbled. Then she stopped and leaned on the railing around the escalator. I stood there in silence. God, her ass looked awesome! I started to step away when she leaned forward on her elbows. Her crop top hung open and I could see her tits hanging free. They looked huge. Of course I wasn’t experienced and had only seen tits in flashes and glimpses and Playboy. So this turned me on. I stood and stared for a moment then moved slightly to get a better view. “Kip? You know those silly episodes of shows and in movies where people swap bodies?” “Yeah.” “It’s stupid, I know, doesn’t happen, can’t happen… but, damn, I wish I could do it right now.” “What do you mean?” I asked. Daphne turned and walked towards the Furnishings displays. She paused in a “Bedroom display” and stood in front of a dresser. It was wide and low with an enormous mirror. “I’m tired of this.” she said. “I was happier when we were kids and could play and swim and have fun together.” She looked at my reflection and continued, “You were my best friend and confidant. We had so much fun together. Remember when we went skinny dipping?” she smiled. We’d been only eight and nine at the time and didn’t know anything about sex or attraction, hell we were so innocent, we weren’t even curious. We simply got hot and swam, then dressed and went on playing. I’d actually forgotten about it. “Then suddenly I emerge from my cocoon a beautiful butterfly and everything changes.” She was quiet for a moment, just staring at her reflection. “I wish it hadn’t.” I stepped closer, surprised to hear her confession. Taking a deep breath she continued. “Suddenly everyone wanted to be close to me, no… n
- Yesterday
Neighbor's Juicy Daughter: Part 2
Neighbor’s Juicy Daughter: Part 2. The new neighbor girl takes an interest in me. Based on a post by lucifrix. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.Based on a post by lucifrix. Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories. I handed the phone to the sleepy girl sprawled against me. "Hey Mom." Summer yawned, voice fogged with blissful satisfaction. I could still hear Sheila on the other end. "Sweetie I'm so sorry, but I have to work late. I miss you. Is it okay if James takes care of you tonight?" "Sure Mom, that's fine. He's such a fine man, momma." "Are you two having fun?" Sheila asked. "Yeah. We watched a porno and he got me off with his fingers." Oh Shit! My brain exploded into desperate panic. Did she just tell her mom what happened? I was fucking Dead! "James? James?" Summer was holding the phone to my ear. "Are you there?" The world spun dizzily around me. "Yeah." "I'm glad you guys are getting along. Thanks for taking her for the night. Listen, if you want to, you can put it inside her." "Put; put what inside her?" "Jeez James; put your cock inside her lovely pussy. Maybe push it in and out a few times. You might like it. It's called fucking. Have you heard of it?" Laughter from the other end. Did she just give her blessing for me to fuck her daughter? "Are; are you serious Sheila?" "Of course. Look I've seen you through the bathroom window. You're pretty big but you're about the size of my last boyfriend and he could fit. Just take it easy on the rough stuff okay? I won't let her have sex with punks who don't know how to care for a woman's needs. But you are the kind of man who she will be safe with. But hit the bed soon and don't keep her up too late. She has to sleep sometime." "Okay." "Great. Okay you two have fun. I've gotta get back to work. Thanks again." The phone went dead and I tossed it onto the cushions. Summer was squirming against my chest. "Touch me," she murmured. Jeez, 18-year-old girls got straight to the point. I let my hands snake under the blanket and rub gentle circles on hersmooth tummy and ass. Summer writhed her back in slow motions against my chest, mewling quietly as a warm flush moved up her neck. "Want to go to the bedroom?" I asked. "Sure," she nodded. In one smooth motion I scooped the little girl into my arms and leaped to my feet. Summer giggled, wiggling in the blanket that swaddled her, kicking her feet playfully as I carried her down the hallway. I pulled back the covers of my bed and let Summer topple out of the blanket onto the bedding, laughing as she landed on her side and rolled onto her back. My cock ached painfully against the fabric of my pants as I took in the sight of the teenage girl , shirt pulled up above her nipples and the hairless little cleft peeping out from the tangle of her blue skirt. She was so sweet, beaming up at me with a mixed expression of trust and hunger and a concealed uncertainty as she eyeballed the swelling lump at my crotch. I pulled the shirt up over her waiting arms, and then tugged her skirt down, past the wiggling hips and down the slender legs, catching briefly on her toes. I threw it aside and ran my hands over her hips and legs, rubbing the smooth skin like silk under my fingers. Summer stretched her arms on the bed and bit her lip, lying naked as the day she was born, her curvy little body offered up like a treat to the man looming above her. I pushed my pants down and kicked them aside, manhood springing free like an escaped prisoner, then crawled up on the bed to straddle her. My fingertips skimmed up her thighs, then grabbed and pulled her legs apart, hungry for the nectar that lurked in the pink folds between the little girl's thighs. Summer seemed to sink into the mattress under me, dwarfed by the full-grown man on top of her,
- 2 days ago
Neighbor's Juicy Daughter: Part 1
Neighbor’s Juicy Daughter: Part 1. The new neighbor girl takes an interest in me. Based on a post by lucifrix. Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories. Introduction: Sheila, the gorgeous young woman that had moved in next to my place, peeking over the fence at me. "Hi there!" For a moment I thought the watered-down piss that passed for my beer had gone to my head, but it was only Sheila, the gorgeous young woman that had moved in next to my place, peeking over the fence at me. My muscles groaned in protest as I got up from my deck chair. The construction worksite had kept me all day, moving lumber until my back was breaking. All I wanted to do when I got home was rest, but sometimes you had to make sacrifices when your ultra fuckable neighbor wanted to talk to you. I crossed the lawn to the fence. "Hi Sheila." I wasn't too tired to smile, or to appreciate the pretty face and the long, dark hair that she was hastily tying back into a ponytail. It was too bad the wooden slats hid her body below the chest, but I had had plenty of chances to admire it since she moved in. Our houses were close together near the fence, and the windows looked into each other. "Hey look I have to ask you for a favor, and I'm really sorry." Her tits bounced tantalizingly as she tied the strap around her hair. "Work called. They need me to come in, like right now. Long story is; One of the girls quit and my boss said if I don't fill in we'll lose out on a big crowd whose in town for a teamsters union convention. It'll put us under quota for the 3rd month, and the owners might close the location putting us all out of work. I have to save my job." "Sounds like a jerk." I muttered. Sheila was a stripper. I had wondered if I should wander down to her place some night to get a better look at her, but figured it might get weird. She had only moved in a couple weeks ago. I didn't want her to think I was too much of a pervert. "Yeah well, he is a jerk. But the job pays the bills." Sheila was bouncing on her feet nervously. "There's no way I'll be able to get a babysitter for Summer." Summer is an interesting dichotomy. Her father father died in a tragic auto accident when she was 6. Summer barely survived. The head trauma included a major concussion, permanent amnesia, and reset her brain to that of a 2 year old. She just turned 18, but has the innocence of a 14 year old. While she rediscovers life with her 8th grade special needs classmates, her body is as sensual as her mother's exotic dancer physique. "Can you look after her? Just until I get off work I mean. I hate to ask but I don't have any other options. If you can help me out I'd be Really grateful." My house wasn't exactly set up to be a daycare, but I had never been the kind of man that could say no when a needy girl blinked her eyes at me. It beat watching the ball game until I fell asleep. "Okay, sure; " "Thanks so much she'll be right over thanks again!" She called over her shoulder as she hurried back inside. The sports bra and tight shorts were a nice parting gift: athletic thighs, a tight ass, trim stomach. Sheila was a knockout. She probably made tons of money stripping. I had barely made it back inside myself when the doorbell rang. I opened it to see Sheila and her little girl, Summer, a rosy-cheeked teenage girl with a winning smile. "Okay hon; momma's gonna go to work. Don't worry." She finished zipping an overnight bag and shoved it into her daughter's hands. "You have your pajamas and toothbrush and everything you need in here. Be a good girl and do what James says, okay sweetie?" It was a bit odd to see a beautiful young mother talk to an 18 year old like she was still a child. Summer's countenance, very naive and trusting; helped my remember that the girl's intellect, as well as her mental and emotional development was four years retarded. "Okay mom." Summer was a sweet little thing in a green dress with spaghetti straps and long brown hair held back by a pink headband with a little fake rose on it. He
- 3 days ago
Outsourcing Anal
Outsourcing Anal. Tommy's shrewd wife taps ready young coed for booty duty. Based on a post by PacoFear. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. Dammit! I love my wife. Her name is Meredith and everybody calls her Merry. She's perfect. She works a full-time job as a management consultant. She cooks, cleans, does the laundry and the grocery shopping. She files our taxes and she walks my dog. She's a slim, dark haired twenty-seven year-old hottie that pounces on me for sex at least twice a week. Plus, she's smarter than me and she can deepthroat like a pro. I don't deserve her. I'm not sure anyone does. The sick part? I was still only 99% happy. So why the 1% hold-out? I'll be blunt: she wouldn't let me put it in her ass. I know, I know, I'm an ungrateful bastard. I'd tried everything to get her in mood for anal. Soft music. Massages. Long hot baths. Booze. Pot. We even tried ecstasy once. But nothing worked, I heard the same phrases, over and over. "Exit only, honey." "Why is your tongue in my ass again?" "Slide that dick back up to the right hole or I'll break it off, Romeo." It was driving me crazy. I love my wife. She's gorgeous. I'm in lust with her fantastic little heart-shaped ass. It looks incredible in jeans. In fact, it's how we met. Nine years ago, I picked her up in the grocery store after following her swaying rump and swinging chestnut brown ponytail all the way through the market before working up the courage to ask her out. We hit it off great. But I soon found out that her perfect tush was just for looking. No pokey pokey. Or licky licky. Maybe some rubby rubby, but that was it. Seven years of marriage later, I was going insane. Not being able to take advantage of my wife's callipygian gift was like owning a Ferrari you're not allowed to drive. It just didn't seem right. What? Oh; callipygian is old Greek. It means having an ass of a goddess. The funny part is that my wife was sympathetic. She actually felt bad about not being into anal. No way in hell she was going to do it, but she felt bad about it. For my twenty-eighth birthday, she solved the problem. Did I mention that my wife is smarter than me? I think it was right before the part about her deep-throating like a pro. It started about two months before my birthday. I came home from work and my wife was packing up a cardboard box. It had a really weird mix of stuff inside: chips, pretzels, socks, a roll of duct tape, a fuzzy pillow, some paper towels, a couple of bottles of wine and; I looked closer; A bottle of Astro Glide? And a dildo? And a little ass plug? And a boxed DVD series titled "Assmaster's Vols. 1 through 6"? "Uh, honey?" I reached down into the box to pick up the videos. I was amazed she even knew where to buy things like this. My wife smacked my hand away. "Hey! It's not for you, Tom." "Oh. So who's it for?" "Sorry stud, can't tell you. I'm working on your birthday present." "You're mailing someone else porn as part of my birthday present?" "Yep." "Right. I'm going to grab a beer and go sit on the back porch until I figure this out." "Good luck," she smiled as she taped the box closed. I couldn't figure it out. Something suspiciously similar happened a month later. I had just mowed the lawn and I was taking a shower. My wife came into the bathroom with a digital camera. She took off her clothes, dug a disposable razor and a can of shaving cream out of the cabinet, and got in the shower with me. I saw where this was going when she spread some shaving cream on my nuts. "You haven't shaved my balls since our honeymoon." "I want you to look good for some sexy pictures." "So that's what the camera is for?" "Um hmm." She hummed to herself happily as she finished my sac and then shaved the patch above my shaft too. When she finished, she rinsed me clean and pulled me into her mouth for the deepthroat treatment.
- 4 days ago
Milf Swim Instructions: Part 2
Milf Swim Instructions: Part 2. Jake goes back to Stacy's home, but is welcomed at the door by John's mom, Beth, Based on a post by SIR__CUMALOT . Listen to the ►Podcast a Steamy Stories. The next day Jake was eager to be there exactly at noon. He barely succeeds.The door swung open before Jake's knuckles even grazed the wood; as if someone had been waiting just on the other side. He blinked against the sudden sunlight refracted through the glass, his eager grin faltering when Beth's amused smirk greeted him instead of Stacy's hungry gaze.The brass knocker was still swinging when Beth leaned against the door frame, her hip cocked in a way that made her sundress ride up just enough to show the tan line where her bikini usually sat. "Wrong door, Jake," she said, her voice dripping with amusement as she nodded toward the identical ranch-style house next door. "Chris lives that way." Her sandal tapped against the welcome mat; Stacy & Chris in cursive letters that suddenly looked accusatory. Jake's cheeks burned hotter than the midday sun. "I;" His throat clicked shut when Beth's gaze dropped to his clenched fists, the knuckles white around the rolled-up beach towel he'd brought as an excuse. “Will there be another swimming lesson? “Beth's laughter was bright and knowing, her manicured fingers fluttering toward his shoulder like she might pat him. "Relax, champ. Stacy's getting groceries; should be back any minute." Her eyes flicked past him to the empty driveway, then back with deliberate slowness. "John's already at the pool though. You could..." She trailed off meaningfully, her bare toes curling against the welcome mat.Jake's pulse thudded in his ears. The chlorine scent from the backyard pool mixed with Beth's coconut sunscreen; same brand as Stacy's, but somehow sharper. His tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth when Beth, who is John's mom shifted her weight, the thin cotton of her dress clinging to damp patches under her arms. She'd been swimming too.Jake stumbled forward after Beth unexpectedly gave him a little ass slap, the playful sting lingering on his skin like a brand. Her laughter followed him; bright and knowing; as he blinked against the afternoon sun baking the garden path. Beth's voice curled after him, teasing yet weighted: "Stacy mentioned you're a quick learner."The words slithered down Jake's spine, pooling low in his gut. He glanced back to find Beth leaning against the door frame, one hand braced above her head in a posture eerily reminiscent of Stacy's lazy dominance. Her sundress rode up higher now, revealing the scalloped edge of a bikini bottom that matched the one he'd peeled off Stacy with his teeth yesterday. The sight knocked the breath from his lungs."Go see John at the pool, Tarzan. He won't be needing swimming lessons anymore. We learned him every swimming trick in the book.Beth's sandals slapped against the patio tiles as she followed him toward the backyard, her steps unhurried. Jake's pulse hammered in his throat when her fingers suddenly brushed the small of his back; a fleeting touch that burned through his thin t-shirt. "Careful," she murmured, her breath warm against his ear as she reached past him to unlatch the gate. "Deck's slippery from the sprinklers." Her tits pressed against his shoulder blade for one dizzying second before she pulled away, leaving him swaying slightly on his feet.The gate swung open to reveal John sprawled across a lounger; not by the pool, but beneath the shade of the oak tree where Stacy had pinned Jake yesterday. John's trunks were conspicuously dry, his skin glistening with what smelled unmistakably like coconut sunscreen. He didn't even glance up from his phone as Jake approached, just lifted a lazy hand in greeting while his other massaged something beneath the waistband of his swim shorts.Jake's breath hitched when Beth's fingers trailed down his spine; too deliberate to be accidental; as she brushed past him toward the lounger where John sprawled. The scent of coconut and chlorine clung to the air, thick enough to taste. Beth
- 5 days ago
Milf Swim Instructions: Part 1
Milf Swim Instructions: Part 1. My friend's mom offers me swim lessons. Based on a post by SIR__CUMALOT . Listen to the ►Podcast a Steamy Stories. Introduction: Stacy is a petite milf and her son's best friend is hanging around at her garden pool. The shy boy admits he can't swim. Stacy offers to give him some private swimming lessons. The chlorine smell always brought her back to that summer job at sixteen; lifeguarding at the municipal pool, watching teenage boys cannonball into the deep end with more enthusiasm than skill. Stacy hadn’t thought about those days in years, not until now, with her son’s friend hovering at the edge of her pool like a nervous heron. He walked in 15 minutes ago not knowing Chris wasn't around, or did he?"You gonna stand there all day, Jake?" she called from the lounge chair, lowering her sunglasses just enough to watch him shift his weight from foot to foot. The kid was tall, lean, all elbows and knees stuffed into borrowed swim trunks that hung a little too loose on his hips. Jake’s fingers twitched at his sides, his gaze darting between the shimmering water and Stacy’s amused smirk. "I, uh; never really learned how to swim," he admitted, scratching the back of his neck. The confession came out in a rush, like he’d been holding it in all afternoon. "My dad always said he’d teach me, but…" He trailed off, shrugging as if it didn’t matter, but the way his shoulders hunched told a different story.Stacy pushed herself up from the lounge chair, the sun warming her bare shoulders as she crossed the patio toward him. "Well, today’s your lucky day," she said, her voice softening just enough to take the edge off his embarrassment. She stopped a foot away, close enough to see the faint flush creeping up his chest. "First lesson: nobody drowns in four feet of water. Not on my watch." She dipped a toe into the pool, sending ripples fanning out toward him. "Come on. I won’t let go until you say so."The water was cooler than Jake expected when Stacy finally coaxed him in, her fingers wrapped around his wrist like a promise. He flinched, then laughed; nervous, high-pitched; as his feet found the textured bottom of the pool. "See?" Stacy murmured, stepping back just enough to let him feel the buoyancy without panic. "Not so scary." Her sundress clung to her thighs where the water kissed the fabric, turning the pale yellow material translucent. Jake's gaze flickered downward, then snapped back up, his ears burning.They started with the basics; how to float, how to kick, how to cup his hands just right to push the water behind him. Stacy’s palms slid along his back, his stomach, guiding him with a firmness that left no room for hesitation. "You’re overthinking it," she teased when he stiffened under her touch, his arms flailing like a marionette with cut strings. "Relax. The water’s got you." And then, softer, as her hand drifted lower to steady his hips: "I’ve got you."Jake's laughter settled into something quieter, more breathless, as Stacy's fingers lingered at his waistband, the water sloshing between them in lazy waves. He'd stopped flailing, finally trusting the pool; trusting her; enough to let his body go loose under her guidance. The late afternoon sun painted the surface gold where it caught the ripples, and Stacy watched the way Jake's throat worked when he swallowed, his pulse jumping under damp skin."You're a quick learner," she murmured, letting her thumb brush the divot of his hip bone before pulling away. The words hung between them, loaded in a way that had nothing to do with swimming. Jake's grin was boyish, grateful, until his eyes dropped to where her dress clung to her chest, the outline of her nipples visible through the wet fabric. He looked like he might apologize, but Stacy just tossed her head back and laughed, shaking water from her hair. "Relax, kid. It's not like you've never seen tits before."Jake's laugh came out strangled, his gaze darting away
- 6 days ago
The Nymph's Pool: Part 2
The Nymph's Pool: Part 2. Two teens join the ancient secret society of the Nymph Pool. Based on a post by WatchingCloud. Listen to the ► Podcast at My First Time. "Needless to say, we did a lot of skinny dipping in those years," Mike said. "Carol and I, both of your parents, and a couple others, we were down here almost every nice weekend for several years. Lots of good times." "Sounds like it," Maya said. "Though I have trouble picturing my parents skinny dipping, especially with anyone else." "Oh, you might be surprised about your parents," Mike said. "Both of you." "Anyway," Carol said, perhaps cutting him off, "if Joella meant for you two to find this place, and I believe she did, then it's a good thing she conspired to get us here to share the rules. And maybe just in time, too, since you two are dangerously close to being overdressed for being that far out in the water." "We hadn't planned to swim," Josh said. "But, yeah, we had already talked about coming back tomorrow." "Guess we won't be needing the suits, then," Maya said, giving him a playful nudge and suggestive smile. "What, you still want to come back here with those conditions?" Josh said. "Sure, why not? You got something against skinny dipping?" Maya's eyes locked onto his, her expression challenging. He knew she was searching for something in him, but he couldn't tell just what she was after. Did she really want to go skinny dipping with him? If so, was there more to be read behind that, or was it just in good fun? "Uh, well, no, not really," Josh said. "Guess I just haven't tried it before." "That makes two of us, then," she said, her smile returning. "No time like the present to try something new," Carol said. "Besides, we don't bite. But if you'd feel more comfortable trying it in private first, we can head on back and give you some space." "No, no," Josh said. "If anyone should be giving the other some space, it would be us." "Pish posh," Carol said. "We've done this so many times before, it scarcely crosses our minds anymore. Think it over. No pressure." Mike and Carol swam over to the waterfall, where they let the cool water splash down over their heads. The distance and noise of the crashing water gave Josh and Maya some degree of privacy in which to speak. "Well, what do you say?" Maya said. "Ready to give it a try?" "Hmm; still seems kinda odd doing it with a couple strangers, even if they do seem pretty cool." "Well, I'm fine with them being here," she said. "It's like they're setting the example of how to do it right and not make a big deal of it. Besides, what if something comes up or the weather gets bad and we don't get another chance to come back here? Shouldn't pass up an opportunity when it's trying so hard to get your attention. Besides, we might offend the nymph." "You sure seem pretty relaxed about stripping nekkid," he said. "You always been like this?" "No, not always," she said. "But in the right company, I'm not opposed to going au naturale. And I know you don't have anything to be ashamed of." Josh blushed slightly at the suggestive comment and compliment. "Okay, fine, I'm in." Maya gave him a sly smile and squeezed his hand. "Last one naked fixes lunch when we get back, then," she said. And with that, she slid off the rock and started wading back toward the shore, peeling off her shirt as she went. Josh shrugged in amusement and followed, not in any particular hurry to beat her. By the time Josh reached the shore, his own shirt in hand, Maya was folding her shorts and stacking them with her shirt alongside the shoes. She had her back to him, affording him a nice view of her shapely ass clad in light blue panties. Her entire backside was tanned, so he assumed she must have seen a fair bit of sun in a bikini this summer, a thought that brought additional happy images to mind. Josh folded his own shirt loosely and start
- 1 weeks ago
The Nymph's Pool: Part 1
The Nymph's Pool: Part 1. Two teens discover their parents' secret swimming hole. Based on a post by WatchingCloud. Listen to the ► Podcast at My First Time. The cabin was just as Josh remembered from the family vacations of his youth; a sturdy, inviting structure built of native logs, concealing within its bowels three bedrooms and all the amenities of a full-sized house in the city. At least two or three times a year, from as early as he could remember and until his family moved to another state when he reached middle school, he had come here as a guest of the Thorntons. It was the home away from home where he and their daughter Maya would explore the woods for hours on end while their parents played cards or whatever it was adults did when the kids were scarce. With enough begging, they could usually coax the parents to take them down to the lake a mile away for an afternoon of boats, beaches and sunburns. All in all, it was the source of most of his happier memories as a young kid. "Hey there, strangers!" Mr. Thornton said, stepping out on to the front porch to greet them as they unloaded the car and stretched their legs from the long drive. "It's been too long." Mrs. Thornton was right behind and the two of them helped carry their bags into the cabin. Josh looked around for Maya, but saw no sign of her. After the way their last visit went some three years back, he was almost relieved. "So, Josh, how's it feel to finally be done with high school?" Mrs. Thornton said, holding the door for him at the end of the line. "Great," he said. "Graduation couldn't have come quick enough." "Been keeping busy during the summer?" "Yeah," he said. "Mostly working at my dad's office to make some money for college, but I've had a little time to hang out with some friends before we go our separate ways." "Well, I'm sure you'll be able to rest and recoup here. Might be on your own a bit, though, since Maya decided not to come along this year." "Oh?" Mrs. Thornton looked resigned and maybe even a little sorry for him. The girl who had been his closest friend until his family moved had done little but give him a cold shoulder during his last vacation here, spending all her time talking on the phone and scarcely having a word to spare for him except when their parents forced everyone to play a game or go to the beach together. In spite of that, though, Josh couldn't help but feel a little disappointed at her current absence; Maya's presence was inextricably linked to everything that this place meant to him. "Yeah, she said something about having finally found a lead on a possible job for the end of the summer," she said. "But, between you and me, I think she was mostly staying because of her boyfriend Brad." From her tone, Josh was quite sure that she didn't approve of Brad. He just gave a sympathetic shrug. "That's okay," he said. "I brought my laptop and a stack of books I've been meaning to read. I'm sure I'll manage." "Good. Oh, and we had a pool installed since the last time you were here, so you've got that as another option." "Hmm; sounds nice." Josh found himself feeling like the odd man out for most of the first day there, in spite of his parents' and the Thorntons' efforts to try to include him in their conversation. The two couples had been good friends since college and there was always a lot to catch up on now that they lived hundreds of miles apart. He was soon excusing himself to find quiet places to read or hike. Luckily, the cabin was surrounded by hilly forest with countless little trails that meandered under the cool canopy. After the mad dash to the end of the school year and the hubbub with graduation parties, he actually relished the little bit of solitude. By the third day, he had settled into a routine of sleeping in late, hiking away the rest of the morning, swimming and reading by the pool, and then dinner with the parents. The adults were usually driving in to town to shop for antiques or art, or stopping at any of the numerous vineyards in the area, none of which interested him. Once he was able to convince them that he was perfectly happ
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Daily Explicit short stories of intimacy and passion. The text of each story is included.
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It's a free AI-powered email that summarizes new episodes of Steamy Stories as soon as they're published. You get the key takeaways, notable quotes, and links & mentions — all in a quick read.
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When a new episode drops, our AI transcribes and analyzes it, then generates a personalized summary tailored to your interests and profession. It's delivered to your inbox every morning.
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How often does Steamy Stories release new episodes?
Steamy Stories publishes daily. Our AI generates a summary within hours of each new episode.
What topics does Steamy Stories cover?
Steamy Stories covers topics including Sexuality, Philosophy, Culture, Journals, Health & Fitness, Society & Culture, Personal Journals. Our AI identifies the specific themes in each episode and highlights what matters most to you.
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