Beautiful bohemian, part two

Surely you remember Alicia? Yes, of course you do.

Well, she called me last week and told me to drop by after work. So I did. I could read her tone clearly over the phone, and I knew she wanted sex, so I wasn’t quite surprised when she pulled me through the door of her apartment and whispered in my ear, “Let’s get each other off.”

She’d said these words to me before, and I knew they meant exactly what one would think they meant. We’d get each other off.

She was playing a Beach House record on her vintage stereo, and the bending hazy tones sounded as warm as Alicia’s breath against my neck. She stepped back from me and gave me a smile sexy enough to convince me to do anything. The apartment was dark, but her hair was lit up from behind by the window. “I’m so glad you came over,” she said low and sultry, unbuttoning the top two buttons of her thin flowery dress. I could see down into her deep soft cleavage as she pulled the fabric back slightly.

When I took a step towards her, she snared me around the waist and pulled my body against hers. Our mouths met in the familiar hungry way they do, and she pressed her breasts against my chest, knowing how much that turns me on. The honey evening sun drizzled through the window on our cheeks and through her hair as our tongues entwined wetly. Alicia has real strength when she’s horny (you should feel her thrash when she cums), and she squeezed my arm so hard it hurt. I like when she gets that way, though.

“Take off my clothes and we’ll make out,” she said. There was no arguing, so I fumbled with the buttons down the front of her dress. She counted them as I went. The dress slid off her shoulders down to the floor and she pushed me back onto her couch, where she straddled me. Her full breasts were spilling out the top of her black pushup bra, and she wore a pair of thin black tights over her panties. I admired the way the tights rode up higher than her panties, covering her stomach and creating a small fold where the thin tight elastic band encircled her.

A generous older woman

Blessed are those warm, friendly older women who generously use their bodies to comfort young men. Who have outgrown modesty and bashfulness and use their ample endowments for the betterment of young manhood. Selfless, they are.

B fell under the graces of such a woman once. She helped him through a hard time, her gentle hands holding him, her billowing warm bosom resting on his chest. She watched him satisfy himself the way a young man sometimes must, and she did not protest when he reached a resolution to his problems all over her clean linens.

It was late fall and B was in the middle of his third semester of college. The weather was gray and damp and B found himself getting depressed. His good friend and classmate Josh lived with his family in a town nearby, and B asked if he could stay there for a weekend. Josh’s mother was always very kind to B, and her warmth made him feel good inside.

When B showed up at their door with his duffel filled with clothes, Josh’s mother, Evelyn, answered and hugged him tight. She was a good looking woman, her body toned from religiously performed pilates, her breasts large and pendulous. She pressed her breasts against B’s chest and squeezed him. “Josh told me you were having a rough week,” she said. “Don’t worry, we’ll get you feeling better.

After a hot dinner and a conversation around the fireplace, B tucked himself into the big, pillow top guest bed. He slept better than he had in weeks. He awoke in the golden autumn morning light to the creaking of his door. Evelyn peeked around the door, and seeing that he was awake , shut is softly behind her and padded across the wood floor and sat on the edge of the bed. She was wearing her pilates outfit — thin brown sweatpants and a long sleeved white t-shirt — and to B she looked beautiful and inviting.

“How did you sleep?” She asked, smiling down at him in the sun. He told her he slept better than he had in weeks. “That’s wonderful,” she said softly, stroking his cheek. “Do you want me to rub your back before you get up?” B said that would be nice and rolled over onto his stomach as Evelyn pulled down the warm blankets and clean white sheets. He slept only in a pair of boxers, but something about Evelyn’s warmth made him not worry about it.

Bulle & Mia Moore

Just had to pass this photo on to you, dear readers. It’s a still from an Explicite Art video in which these two girls fuck each other and then fuck two guys. Nothing new right? But it seems to be shot much more from the girls’ perspective than the guys’. Typical videos like this view like a man’s fantasy, whereas this one seems much more to be controlled by the girls. Which brings me back to the above picture.The girls want to rub the guys’ cocks together, so they do. Whether the guys want to have their cocks rubbed together isn’t even part of the equation. And that’s what makes this especially hot to me. More pornography like this would be good; where the man’s ego is backgrounded a little. I think we’ve had enough of the male ego.

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Beautiful bohemian, or Alicia in a thin white blouse and a homemade skirt

I rang the buzzer at Alicia’s apartment and she let me in. I knew she’d be home working, and I wanted to see her. I rang the bell with every intention of interrupting her work. She buzzed me in and opened the door to her place on the third floor. “What a nice surprise,” she said, giving me the dozy smile I think about sometimes while I masturbate. “What brings you to this neighborhood?”

“Just wanted to see if I could make you a pot of tea,” I said. This wasn’t a secret euphemism for anything, but I thought it was appropriately coy. She laughed and pulled me through the door.

I did make her a pot of tea, but we didn’t drink it. Per our occasional routine we raised our eyebrows at each other and scooted closer together on her couch, pretending to be shy. I pretended to be shy to hide that I was a little shy; Alicia is exceedingly beautiful, and even though we’ve slept together sporadically for a long time, and have known each other for longer, her general gorgeousness intimidates me.

Tracing my hand up from her knee, over her thin homemade skirt, I crossed her pleasantly round tummy to her breasts. They’re good breasts, medium and firm, enshrouded today only in a loose white blouse. Alicia’s a bit of a bohemian, and I like that. We kissed, softly at first, and then she started to push back in the hungry way she does. “Oh my god,” she mumbled through kisses. “You just reminded me that this is exactly what I needed today.” She climbed on top of me.

While we devoured each other’s lips, I continued to explore her breasts through her thin shirt. Her nipples were hard now and I pinched them softly. She responded by thrusting her hips toward me, rubbing the inside of her thigh against my growing erection. When she reached down and wrapped her fingers around the stiffness through my jeans, she took in a breath through her teeth and closed her eyes. I love when she does that. She let out the breath as a deep groan.

“You want my cock?” I asked in her ear. With her usual confidence, she kneeled down in front of the couch, stood me up, and whipped off my belt. Once she had me naked from the waist down she gripped my cock and spit on it.

“Who’s gonna stroke for us? You can feel my softies while you do it.”

Bree

B went to his friend John’s house for a sleepover with a few other guys. They were about to graduate from highschool, and John’s house was the best place to drink. Besides, John’s sister and her friends would be back from college this weekend. All the boys agreed that they were unbelievably sexy.

The boys started drinking beers on the basement couch, watching television. John produced a porn DVD, which he popped in. Everyone found this to be an agreeable way to start the evening. The film started, and the five of them watched the big tits bounce around the screen and the long cocks slide in and out of the pussies. After the first cumshot, two of the guys had visible erections.

As John and B began to discuss the relative merits of the stars’ blowjob techniques, they heard footsteps on the stairs. John lunged toward the television, but turned it off too late; the interloper had already guessed at the genre of the video. She was tall, brunette, clothed in Penn State sweatpants and a pink tshirt, and hot as all hell. Her name was Bree and she was home from college with John’s sister, Lisa.

“Are you boys watching porno?” She said sweetly, narrowing her eyes and smirking at the mortified and horny group. She put her hands on her generous hips and pursed her lips into a waiting smirk.

“We were just…” started John weakly.

“Yeah, we’re watching porno,” said Brett with forced confidence. “You wanna watch?”

“I’m not into porno,” Bree said. “But I’ll have a beer.”

Bree sat on the coffee table facing the boys and cracked a beer. “Let’s play a game,” she said. B stared at her, in awe of her confidence, her sexiness, her fantastic college body. He traced the lines of her bra over her big breasts, counted the firm folds in her tummy through her shirt, sized up her thighs.

Hard cocks at the nude beach

Over the summer I made a few trips via ferry out to Gunnison Beach in Jersey. The dunes and wide beaches were a welcome diversion from the sticky hot city. As were the crowds of naked New Yorkers.

My first visit was with a group of friends — which was a great, sunny, nude day — but what I really want to tell you about is my second visit, when I went alone. It was a Saturday and the beach was packed with shiny naked people. People swimming, people sleeping, people kissing, people showing off their bodies, people gazing at others’ bodies. I stripped down right away and took a walk along the beach, to survey the scene.

My end of the beach was a pretty even mix of men and women, and I stopped to watch a group of college girls splash around in the waves. I had to be careful not to watch their bodies too closely, not to notice the way their firm little breasts bounced as they jumped. I didn’t want to get a hardon right there in front of them, a hundred yards away from my clothes, with no way of hiding it. I moved on.

As I moved down the beach the number of men increased, especially the number of groups of men. I started to notice men here and there staring at me, checking me out. They glanced down at my dick and back up at me, smiling. I didn’t mind, so I just kept on walking, my cock and balls swaying softly from side to side.

At some point, the guarded beach ended and the people thinned out. There were only people like me left, strolling. I walked quite a distance down the beach, enjoying the sun and the breeze on my naked body. Enjoying the small thrill of passing people and thinking, I’m naked right now. They’re naked. We just saw each other naked. I thought of what it would be like to pass the same people on the street sometime, and to remember what their bodies looked like without their clothes.

And then I came upon two guys swimming near the shore. They were laughing. One of them stood up and I saw that he had a full erection. I smiled at him and kept walking. I wanted to turn back and watch them. Something about his hardon and the other guy’s presumed hardon was so fascinating to me. It was the juxtaposition of the public beach, the nudity and the arousal I think that got me so curious. I turned around, pretending to look back at something else, and the standing guy called to me, “Hey, you wanna take a swim?”

“Do you think I need a bra?”

Joan looked like this, basically. I mean, at least her torso did.

Joan visited me at the shop where I work the other day, looking very nice. She stops by often, I suspect to flirt with me, although she appears to be in her late thirties. But like I said, she looks very nice.

“Hey there B, how’s it going?” She asked, perky as usual.

“Great, Joan. And you?” I said, really noticing how nice she looked, fresh and pert with her dirty blonde hair and bright blue eyes. “You look great today, by the way.”

“Oh, thanks. So sweet. I usually wear dresses in the summer, but I thought I’d try this top out today. What do you think?” The top was a thin cotton lavender tank top-ish kind of thing with some elastic business in the neck area that made it scrunch between her breasts. Basically unremarkable, except for the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra — and her breasts were quite remarkable. I gazed at her chest, pretending to formulate an opinion about her top.

“I think it looks great on you. Very summery.”

“But do you think I need a bra with it? I mean, am I showing too much?”

“No, it’s very nice this way. I think the liberated look is in. It’s very sexy.” I said. Her breasts looked great. They’re probably c-cups, firm and buoyant for her age, and through the thin cotton I could see her puffy round nipples.

“But I’m afraid I bounce around too much. Here, watch when I walk.” She walked over to the door and back again, her breasts bouncing and swaying under the top. I watched purely out of concern for her image as her nipples traced separate patterns around the cotton.

“It’s not that noticeable,” I lied. If I had seen her on the street I probably would have tripped over myself.

“Oh you’re sweet. I won’t worry about it. I feel sexy, anyway.” She laughed, her face lit up and she slayed me with a sultry gaze from her big blue eyes. Maybe I imagined that, but she slayed me nonetheless.

You are the sexiest woman I have ever seen, I wanted to say. Take me to your apartment and fuck me. I will kiss your breasts while you pull me deeper inside you. I want to feel your milky skin against my body. I want to feel your nipples harden between my lips.

“You should feel sexy,” I said. “I think you’re beautiful.”

“Thanks B. If you keep talking like that I’m gonna take you home with me.” She smiled softly.

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Young liberated women, Part 1

Over the weekend I visited an old friend in Philadelphia. She goes to a small liberal arts school there, and lives with three of her classmates. In all, there’s Jenn (my friend), Quinn, Rebecca and Tati. Jenn warned me before I left Brooklyn that her roommates were rather liberated women, which after a bit of questioning turned out to mean often naked. That’s fine, I said, I’m not one to be offended by a little nudity.

I arrived friday night to find the girls drinking sangria in their unreasonably hot and muggy apartment. Jenn introduced me, showed me around, and explained that Tati is morally opposed to air conditioners. “You’re lucky we’re all fully clothed,” she said. “Most nights like this we’d have stripped down by now.” Lucky indeed, I though.

Back in the living room I was handed a perspiring glass of sangria and joined the conversation. Circumcision, Quinn was arguing, destroys the most sensitive areas of the penis, and ought to be considered mutilation. “What’s your take on it, B?” She asked. I had just sat down and all four of them were looking at me, waiting for my opinion on circumcision. I said I agreed with Quinn, and they went back to discussing it amongst themselves, giving me a moment to survey the scene.

Quinn, the apparent leader of the group, was tall and golden haired, with a smart sarcastic glimmer in her eyes. Her lightly tanned skin glowed against her gauzy white summer dress, and when she leaned forward for her drink the low neckline of the dress fell forward showing us most of her equally luminous breasts.

Becky’s hungry mouth wants two, and gets two

Becky had been saying for a while that she’d like to suck two cocks at once. Being her good friend, I was not about to deprive her of the opportunity. All I had to do, she told me, was find another guy interested in participating. Craig said he’d be up for it. Craig’s up for anything if it involves his cock being stroked, sucked, admired or discussed. And Becky, as it turns out is up for anything if it involves two stiff cocks near her face.

Becky is from Ohio originally, has a dirty sense of humor and will smile at you sideways provocatively enough to give you a hardon on the subway. She’s a chubby girl, with big soft bouncy breasts, a round tummy that jiggles and a delicious spankable ass. Her hair is brunette and she wears sassy lipstick on her plump sassy lips. You’ve got the picture.

One night, after a little tequila, Becky confided that she’d been fantasizing about blowing two guys at the same time. She wanted to alternate sucking them, comparing their size and hardness. She wanted to put the heads of both in her mouth at the same time and listen to the guys grunt as their cocks rubbed together against her tongue. I volunteered mine on the spot.

Craig and I rode the subway to her house and, since Craig and Becky had never met, I described her briefly to him. He seemed excited. “Do you think you’ll be able to get hard with me there?” He asked. We’d seen each other hard a few times before under circumstances I won’t expound on here, and I was fairly comfortable talking to him frankly about sex.

“I don’t think it’ll be a problem for either of us once Becky gets naked,” I said.

“Dude I can’t wait,” he said.

Becky answered her door wearing a cleavagey tank top and a skirt. “Come in boys,” she said with that sideways smile, her lashes dark with mascara. I could see Craig’s eyes locked on her breasts.

She sat us down next to each other on her couch and went right to it, straddling me and kissing me slow and sexy on the mouth. My hands led themselves to her ass and I was instantly hard. Becky climbed over onto Craig and in between kisses they introduced themselves. “I knew you guys would get along,” I said.

After a few minutes of kissing Becky stood and told us to strip. Craig and I exchanged an excited glance, stood up and took off our clothes. We stood there in front of her, cocks mostly hard, and awaited instructions. “Mmm, you guys have nice cocks,” Becky crooned. “I mean, I know you’ve got a nice cock, B, but I mean they look nice together.” With this Becky took off her clothes. We watched side by side as she pulled the tank top over her head. Our dicks each stiffened one more notch as her bra hit the floor. Next the skirt and finally the panties.

It’s warm, let’s show off our young soft bodies!

Now that it’s nice and summery here in New York, the girls are stripping down to as little clothing possible. It makes walking around keeping my eyes to myself rather difficult. Here are some examples of what I’m up against.

She must know that I can look at nothing else. I'm going to trip over the curb.

The sun is shining so alluringly into her cleavage.

I can only imagine they were bouncing a little as she walked.

I try not to stare, but she's making it so hard to be decent.

Photos by federfotography.

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