First Selection of Real Erotic Interludes
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You See Me Now?
Girl Walks Into The Bar
She thought I was
sleeping, as I lay quietly on the bed in the darkness. She stood in
front of the dresser mirror and took her clothes off silently. Her
shadowy figure was silhouetted against the glare of the bathroom
lamp. I peeked through clenched eyes as each piece of clothing was
removed and dropped to the floor where she stood. She smiled at her
own beauty in the mirror as she tied her hair up. I smiled to myself
as well. Every curve of her body outlined against the light made me
ever more excited. She walked the last few steps to the bathroom
completely nude. I could see her luscious body even clearer in the
bright light once she entered the bathroom.
She bent over at the
hips, her sweet round ass facing me, as she lighted several aroma
candles in each corner of the bath. She returned to the doorway, and
tried to look for me in the darkness. I continued my fake slumber.
She heaved a disappointed sigh, then flipped the bathroom light off.
She paused another moment, fully nude in the doorway, waiting,
listening, silhouetted by the candles behind her. The flickering
flames streaming a dim glow of light between her thighs. My goddess
was built for pleasure.
Returning to the tub,
she tested the warm bubble bath with her toe, and I held my breath as
her long slender leg slipped deeper into the bubbly froth. First one
leg, then the other. Cupping warm water in her small hands, she
splashed the warm suds over her breasts as I watched intently from
the darkness, just a room away. The silvery bubbles clung to her
body, a bridal veil of delicate innocence. Inhaling deeply, she drew
in the candle’s aroma, and slowly slid her body deeper into the
bath. I watched as she lay there for many long minutes, soaking, and
relaxing, and breathing in the soothing vapors from the candles. I
grew harder, and more excited with each passing moment.
Sitting up, I remained
shielded by the darkness. I could hear my own deep breathing, and my
heart thundered in my chest. I wondered if she could hear me as well.
For many long moments, I pondered, whether I should approach, or let
her relax. I chose to hide in the shadows a bit longer, and watch the
sensual display through the open door.
Tip toeing across the
carpet in the darkness, I crept to the edge of the bathroom door, and
peered through the corner for a better view. I was breathing heavily,
and I grew stiffer and more excited with each step. Suddenly, the
floor creaked. “Hun?” She called toward the dark bedroom.
I bit my tongue, I held my breath, and stood silently in the unlit
room. “Are you awake?” Her voice trailed sweet and
gentle. I never uttered a word. “He could sleep through a train
wreck”, she muttered to herself, then returned her focus to her
Suddenly, I heard her
pull the plug, and the water burbled as it began to empty down the
drain. She pulled the shower curtain closed in one swift motion, and
relocated the candles up higher to the window sill behind her. I
could see her delicate body silhouetted against the candle light,
casting her shadow onto the translucent shower curtain. She turned on
the shower and jumped and yelped as the water hit her, first a frigid
cold blast, then warming quickly. I watched as she bent over, grabbed
a razor and began to shave her long legs. Quickly gliding the razor
up and down her legs in long caressing motions.
I approached even
nearer, just a few feet away from the closed shower curtain, trying
not to make a sound. My manhood jumped, as I watched her finish
shaving by making a few final short strokes around her well-tended
muff. She laid down the razor and turned off the shower. I froze.
Paralyzed by her shadow on the shower curtain. Would she open the
curtain and notice me? What kind of pervert had I become? A voyeur in
my own home, lurking n shadows, stalking my own girl?
There was a sharp
cracking sound as she opened a bottle of lotion, and began to massage
the moisturizing elixir onto her body. My face was now inches from
the curtain, my breath almost imperceptibly rustling the thin plastic
sheet. My hands traced the shadow of her body as she moved. My
fingers followed the faint shadowy outline of her full breasts. Light
and dark lines sketched against the bright curtain. She bent over
again as she rubbed more lotion onto her legs. Her firm rounded hips
almost touching the curtain. My extended manhood just inches away,
separated by the thin plastic shroud. I want her so much.
Another sharp cracking
noise as she snapped the bottle closed. She took a deep breath, and
with a gentle puff, blew out one of the candles. I panicked as the
room darkened a little more. I took several delicate steps back out
of the bath, then raced across the carpet back to my former resting
place. I lay down and pretended to sleep once again. With another
puff, she extinguished the remaining candles and the room went
completely dark. I could hear the shower curtain slide open, and her
wet foot stepped out and slapped the tile floor. There was a rustling
in the darkness as she dried her body, and wrapped the towel around
herself. Soft catlike footsteps approached from the darkness. My eyes
had still not adjusted to the night. Where was she now?
Then a gentle whisper,
only inches from my ear, “Did you enjoy the show”?
Oh God, I was caught.
How well she knew me!
have always been so difficult to setup with our hectic schedules
always just missing each other. Somehow today, we have made time to
share an extra-long lunch break together. I see your car is already
in the driveway when I arrive. I race into the front door as the car
door lock chirps shut behind me. “Babe? Are you home?”
“I’m in the
Kitchen”, your angelic voice beckons in response. I kick off my
shoes and throw my keys onto the hallway table and sock-slide into
the kitchen door, trying to hide the fact that I am slightly out of
breath from racing home.
You are doing something
at the sink, and your back is toward me. I gaze for a long moment at
your sexy curves, neatly wrapped in a tight black pencil skirt, your
white silk blouse tucked neatly into the waistband. You look over
your shoulder, “Just a sec”. If you only knew that was an
eternity for me frozen in this moment.
After several long
moments of tracing your curves with my eyes, I take off my jacket and
hang it over the back of a chair. I walk up behind you and kiss your
neck. You sigh and reach up over your shoulder to touch my face.
“Mmm”, you sigh. Your rear is so soft as I lean over your
body. My hand reaches around you and deftly flicks the top two
buttons of your blouse open. I turn you around to kiss your face, and
press your hips against the counter with my hips. I love to feel the
warmth as your large full breasts fill the space between our bodies.
They are trying so hard to escape your fitted blouse, I steal a peek
down your slightly open blouse, your generous cleavage is trying to
pop the next few buttons open as well.
you relax?”, as you loosen the knot on my tie, you turn around
and worm you way free of my clutches and lead me to the table,
holding my tie over your shoulder as you walk. I feel like a puppy on
a short leash. Leading me to my chair, I sit down, and you remove my
tie completely. I have no idea which direction you tossed it. You ask
me to remove the green leafy parts from a bowl of strawberries. You
return with cups of sugar and chocolate.
this, are we doing coke now?”, as I play with the bowl of
confectioners’ sugar. You reply with, “Don’t be
silly”, as you poke your finger into the bowl and daub some of
the fluffy white powder onto the tip of my nose. I manage to reach
out and playfully separate another button on your blouse before you
can pull away. You open the freezer and dig out some ice-cream which
you have already pre-scooped into small serving dishes. The few
seconds of frozen blast from the freezer have instantly perked your
nipples. They appear to be trying to pierce through your silk blouse
like icepicks. You see me staring at your chest, and notice that my
pants have perked up too in delightful response to the vision before
You sit on the edge of
the table beside me, and hand me one of the bowls of ice cream. I
offer you a spoonful and you open your lips to my advancing spoon. I
‘accidentally’ miss and drag the spoon across the top of
your lip, leaving a mustache of melted cream over your mouth. You
squeal, then slap my shoulder. Just before you can spin away toward
the sink to clean your mouth, I grab the zipper on the side of your
skirt, and it quickly falls open with a metallic ripping sound. The
tight skirt still clings to your hips, but now the black fabric has
fallen open a little and I can see the top of your red panties as you
I spill the sugar
everywhere as I stand up quickly and follow you to the sink. “Let
me help”, I offer, but you refuse and spin toward me pushing me
backwards with wet hands, leaving two hand-print size wet splotches
on my shirt. The cold water makes me take a step back. “Take
your shirt off, it will dry faster”, you order as you help
remove my shirt and hang it on the back of another chair. You take a
step back and admire my chest, so I playfully flex a little to
entertain you. You respond by coming closer and dragging your long
fingernails down my chest. Ahh, that’s sooo Nice! I look down
noticing that you have covered my chest in white powder from the
spilled sugar on the table.
I pull you closer and
kiss you deeply. I try to open you blouse and forgot there were still
buttons fastened at the bottom. The buttons pop off and fly in
different directions, bouncing across the floor with a rapid tappity
tap sound as they ricocheted around the kitchen. “You idiot,
that’s my fav…”, I stop your comment with another
kiss, sharing the powdery mess with your body as well. I pull your
blouse away from your body, and toss it to a corner of the kitchen
counter, it lazily drapes over the coffee pot.
You reach down and grab
my belt, and with nimble fingers you quickly pull it completely free
of the loops and toss it over your shoulder, the buckle cracks the
cookie jar open as the belt falls to the floor. Cookies spill out
over the counter and onto the floor. One of us laughs out a quick,
“Oh Sh!t”. But we are too excited to pause our frivolous
I reach behind you and
fumble with your bra clasp, and it springs open, releasing your firm
full breasts with wild abandonment. I toss the bra over my head, the
straps get tangled in the chandelier above the dining table. You
giggle and fumble with my zipper as I try to take you skirt off, but
we seem to be getting in each other’s’ way. I finally get
your skirt off and toss it into the far corner by the fridge. You
stand before me in your skimpy red panties, tied with a ribbon on the
sides. You bend down to help remove my pants. You get one leg of my
pants off before …
… A loud
piercing scream erupts as the smoke alarm announces that your blouse
is smoldering over the coffee pot. The kitchen quickly fills with
thick rancid smoke making it difficult to see anything very well. I
yell and race to take the blouse off the coffee pot, and I stumble
across the kitchen, my pants are hanging on by one leg, getting
tangled around my ankle. I toss your flaming blouse remnant into the
sink. You scream, “Oh my God!” as the alarm becomes
unbearable to hear anything else. Another “Oh My God”
echoes down the stairs as the sound of small feet come racing down
toward the commotion.
We look at each other
in astonishment as we both realize the babysitter has been sleeping
upstairs this whole afternoon! In a panic, we begin searching for our
remaining clothing before she can enter the kitchen. I slide on your
skirt, and quickly toss it to you, but you pull it on upside down,
the waistband tight around your knees, and the split hem now loose
around your hips. I grab my shirt off the back of the chair and loop
it around my waist just as the door bursts open.
The sitter scans the
room in startled confusion. I have finally silenced the alarm,
however, the room is still filled with smoke. My pants are tangled
around my ankles, and my shirt is wrapped around my waist, barely
covering my boxers. Your skirt is on upside down and your arms are
wrapped around your chest trying to cover your breasts. Your bra is
proudly hanging like a flag from the chandelier. Crushed chocolate
chip cookies and ice-cream are smeared all over the floor, and we
stand together smiling back at the babysitter with sheepish grins on
our sugar coated faces.
“Do I want to
know what just happened?” she quizzed. We both laugh and shrug
Have you ever had that
feeling that someone was watching you? Or feel the breeze blowing
through your hair that feels like someone's hand just brushed it
She stood alone in the
elevator, feeling uneasy as she ascended from the creepy labs on the
basement level. She always hated the dark hallways and stale air down
there. It felt nice to get back to the upper floors with windows and
clean ventilation. A shuffle. A creaking sound drew her attention to
the corner of the elevator. Whew, nothing was there. Just her
imagination running wild. However, it really gave her the feeling
that she wasn’t totally alone. The lift stopped, and the doors
opened, so she quickly stepped out and looked back over her shoulder
into the empty elevator. Just as the doors started to close behind
her, they paused half-way, and re-opened by themselves as if someone
had exited behind her. But she could see no-one else around. She
stood transfixed as the doors closed again. She pondered in silence
at the strange activity.
She backed away from
the door and bumped into a desk, which screeched as the metal legs
slid across the tile floor.
She ran down the
hallway, looking for someone, anyone, so she wouldn’t feel so
alone in this creepy place.
Turning the corner, she
bumped into a tall guy knocking his handful of papers to the floor.
She yelped in surprise. Noticing how distraught she appeared, he
grabbed her by her shoulders to help steady her. “Are you OK?”
She started to
apologize for bumping into him, when suddenly she had the distinct
feeling that someone else was dragging their fingers down her back,
from her neck, down her spine, to the curve of her hip, making her
jump again. She spun around to see that no one was behind her. She
apologized again, and left the man standing there, with his papers
all over the floor and a confused expression on his face.
She raced into a nearby
restroom and locked the door. She needed privacy. She needed to
recover her composure. What the hell was going on?