Mending A Cable

Ted had been thinking recently how bored he was with his job as a computer mechanic. Upon reflection he decided it was not so much the job. It was the workshop environment. The work was still interesting, reasonably well paid, he got on with his boss, the female clerk in the office and his one co-worker at the bench. It was an informal environment, a four person, owner-managed business and that side of it Ted liked very well.

But the nature of the work had changed over time. Instead of moving around to do work, it now came to them at the workshop. Ted understood about margins and efficiency. Heavens, he was intelligent enough. But he missed the changes of both scenery and atmosphere between jobs. Like the discussions with the client’s staff about the nature of the problems he was there to solve. He did not possess an abundance of natural social skills and this kind of interaction had afforded him a way to meet new people and make new friends. Overall it had worked well and was now missing from his life.

So he had been looking forward to today’s excursion since yesterday late afternoon, when he had been told about it. The clerk had received a call from a client about a faulty network. That was a site visit and the boss had asked Ted to do it. He would have a welcome change of scenery.

He arrived and was shown around the offices where all the computers were, so everyone then knew who he was and he could come and go as he pleased. Apart from those people in one room where there was a meeting going on, that is. He would have to wait until it ended before he could get in, so he quietly hoped the fault was elsewhere. Ted was enjoying the change, but the prospect of hanging around for he didn’t know how long, with nothing to do, was not enticing.

Ted got his bag of tools and components out of his van, then, starting at reception, began to check the computers and cables and got as far as the third room without discovering anything wrong.

On entering, he had a quick look behind the only occupied desk at the leads sticking out of the computer. He’d noticed first time around that the occupant was a stunner. Long brown wavy hair, almond shaped green-grey eyes, plenty of poise and as he saw from the other side of her desk now, two wondrous bulges pushing at the white blouse beneath the formal suit jacket. “She must be quite tall,” he thought, “but it’s hard to tell while she’s sitting down.” Those business-like spectacles simply added to the allure. “Oh, well, better get on with my work.” he thought wistfully.

He inspected behind the next desk in a similar manner and was about to move on to the third and last one when he noticed, about a foot from the back of the computer, the network cable had been crushed. “That’s the problem,” he mused. He knew he didn’t have a replacement with him. That one was definitely longer than any of the spares he carried. He tugged at the cable on the floor and was pleased to find there was enough slack in the floor ducting to still reach if he cut off the broken section. All he had to do was to put a new connector on the end. That would take something over half an hour, being a very fiddly job, but it would be a lot quicker than a return trip to the workshop. He’d have to bend his tall frame low, too, so it wasn’t going to be the most comfortable of positions. Still, he could remember a lot worse.

He looked up for no special reason at that point. His gaze went through the currently empty leg space beneath the desk and was partially obstructed by the empty office chair. The girl was side on to him and perfectly framed in that gap. She was still busy and had obviously already forgotten he was there. It was the first time he’d seen her legs. One of them, anyway.

She was side-on to him. Her skirt had ridden up a bit and he saw the leg was very long and very shapely. Half way up her thigh he could see the button and clip of her suspender belt at the top of the black denier stocking but from there the skirt prevented any more viewing. Still, she was hardly likely to notice him, mostly hidden behind the computer and the swivel chair under the desk. Besides, a girl like that was more likely to go for a flashy office type than a down to earth technician like him, he reasoned.

He took out his side cutters and wire strippers and had barely started on his task when he heard an intake of breath. He looked up. The skirt was a little higher but he couldn’t see anything more so he carried on with his work. Then she began breathing harder and emitting the occasional low moan. Ted tried to concentrate on what he was doing. After a short while he lost the battle and looked at her again. She’d slipped her jacket off and her hand, the one nearest him, was rubbing her chest. Whoever she had been exchanging emails with had certainly pressed her hot button, he thought. He could see the blouse change shape as that malleable flesh rubbed against it. Just then she pushed herself away from the desk with one quick movement of her leg. She needed space and that push had turned her so that Ted could now see she had her other hand down her panties and was rubbing up and down, in a slightly circular motion. She was still perfectly framed in his view.

She was getting more excited and he wondered if the choking effect of her moaning was natural to her or an attempt not to cry out loud for fear of being heard. Her tit hand had stopped rubbing and was now undoing the blouse buttons. There. She pushed the blouse sides apart and pushed her bra up so those beautiful, perfect, huge and firm orbs were now free to taunt him while she rubbed them and pushed them around her chest. His cock was rock hard and pushing against his trousers but he dared not move. He was a shy man at the best of times but now he was absolutely spellbound and this was one spell he did not wish to break.

Now she was really into it. Both hands were between her thighs, the skirt was practically around her waist and her panties had been pushed far enough down for both hands to give that silky pussy their fullest attention. His eyes feasted on those wonderful white boobs, now in full view, bouncing and rolling with her motion. She was moaning quietly and breathing faster and faster, one hand keeping perfect time stroking herself, the other touching, probing, experimenting, bringing obvious joy. Ted thought he would explode if he couldn’t give his throbbing cock some urgent attention. He’d cum anyway if his cock rubbed against the material of his trousers or underpants. No matter, he still dared not move.

Suddenly the girl shuddered. Her whole body tensed and she bit her lip as her hand movements stopped then became a more jerky, almost involuntary stroke of her pussy. Then she sank back into the chair and just stayed there, half sitting half lying, for several long moments. Ted was in an agony of unrequited lust the whole time. The the girl calmly stood up, readjusted her clothes and went back to her work. Wow. She was tall. She was magnificent. He was struggling to stop himself cumming in his underpants.

Ted blinked. His hands were shaking but he managed to finish the cable job. He still had an enormous hard on. He fitted the cable, put everything back in his bag and stood up to leave. As he walked towards the door, bag strategically placed to hide the bulge in his trousers, the girl started in surprise and looked at him. It was obviously the first time she’d noticed him since he’d entered the room. She turned straight back to her work as though nothing had happened.

Ted didn’t care. He needed a bathroom. Urgently. It wasn’t until later he wondered whether her attitude had been devil may care or embarrassment. Had she genuinely forgotten he was there, or was she really angry at his failure to respond to her?

About the Author

Dick Dicksin loves to write about his experiences, both real and imagined. No great showman in public, the thought of entertaining several people by his efforts fills him with delight. In small groups he is not a shy man, though, and much of what he writes is really only disguised enough from his wide experience to avoid any embarrassment.

Her Admirer

She wore her sexiest white lingerie. The bra was push up and kind of sheer. It framed her breasts beautifully. They were perfect sitting up high on her chest. Her panties were g-string also a bit sheer in the front. In the right light they would be see through. She was aware of that fact and it turned her on. She wore stockings, thigh highs, they made her feel sexy and a little dirty. She’d been wearing a skirt all day and when she crossed her legs her bare thighs were visible to anyone who looked her way. She was well aware of this as well and enjoyed the stares.

At this moment she was in her bedroom and could not wait for the encounter that was about to take place. There was an admirer there and she loved it. As she ran her fingers through her hair down the side of her face and one finger slid down over her lip and just barely into her mouth. As she sucked her finger her admirer did the same. She reached behind her and unhooked her bra. Her admirer watched intently and removed clothing as well. She lowered the shoulder straps down her arms until the sexy white bra slid away from her body. Her nipples hardened slightly to the feel of the cool air. It was the only thing cool in the room because she was hot and her admirer was hot as well. She pinched her left nipple and stared into the eyes of her admirer. The admirer stared back. The stare had her more turned on. She now caressed both breasts with her hands which excited her admirer greatly. She was getting wet from not only the caressing of her beautiful breasts but of the stare from across the room. She ran her hand down her stomach until it reached into the front of her sheer white panties. Her stomach was flat and sexy.

Her skin was smooth and even as she reached into her panties the smooth trail continued. Her pussy was shaved bare and she enjoyed caressing herself. Her admirer looked on intently. What a beautiful woman the admirer thought. Absolutely unbelievable. She was very turned on now. Her caress went lower into her panties until she was rubbing small circles on her clit. It didn’t take long until her pace increased. She no longer wanted the panties on restricting her access to her hot, wet shaved pussy. As she removed her panties her admirer finished undressing as well. She took a step closer to her admirer but there was still a few feet between them. She continued to play with her pussy making small sexy noises. Not quite moans but she was getting there. As she touched herself her admirer did the same. They stared each other up and down and touched themselves. She took a step closer to get a better look and never stopped touching herself. She was extremely excited. She wanted to keep her eyes open but the feeling of her fingers running through her pink pussy lips and circling around her throbbing clit made it difficult. Everytime she looked up her admirer did the same. God, she loved this game. It wasn’t the first time they played it, but it never got old.

She inched closer barely able to stand as she played with herself. She was hunched over now working two fingers in and out of her pussy. Her other hand caressing, pinching, pulling on her nipples, alternating from one to the other. She opened her eyes wide and kept them open to watch her admirer pleasuring themselves as well. Really working it. Whimpering when she whimpered, moaning when she moaned. They were in sync and about ready to climax. They were now as close as they could be to one another and now the lust and admiration was about to reach an exploding peak. She held one hand out to her admirer as the other worked furiously on her clit to bring her to an intense orgasm. As she came, her admirer came.

They shook, they convulsed, they bit there lips. God, that was good she thought. And her admirer had definitely put on a show. As she caught her breath she looked up at her admirer and smiled. The admirer smiled right back and she thought to herself that she really loved this mirror, it made her feel so sexy and she loved to see herself, admire herself and love herself. Nothing made her feel sexier than watching herself being sexy.

About the Author

New erotic story writer looking for a place to post first works.

Beach Hunter

I like to walk along the beach looking for arousing sights, while my wife and children are swimming and playing. I am quite satisfied with dangling bouncing breasts, girls with just a fluffy down there in the nudist section or a boy with a boner running into the sea to have an emergency jackoff.

Our holidays had been in Croatia. To enhance or marital love life
I had had sex with my wife on the beach, but under the blanket, a wanking old man and a youth staring with wide opened eyes were our company.

But I prefer to watch. So I used every day to hunt my pray.

When I saw the boy with his fast movements, it was the sign for somethong to watch. I made him a signal not to be embarrassed and to go on, took my semiflacid dong and started rubbing too.

Then I noticed the worn out, once beautiful woman with a sturdy,veiny , about 60 years old prick in her mouth, his mushroom sliding in and out. Two minutes later she gasped and retched. Millions of spermcells were gliding down her gullet or disgustingly ran down his staff in thick globs.

When she rose I noticed her jiggling DD whoppers and couldnĀ“t hold back my spunk. The boy also doubled his jerking speed and we came almost simultanously. If I saw right, he spurted 5 thick jets and some weak ones, soiling the grass. He was so extremly aroused.

The red faced woman looked somewhat horrified in our direction, but smiled at last. We retreated pufing still with delight.

My dear wife got a heavy fucking this evening and had to swallow the rest of my splooge. I paid my children the evening at the fun fair to have sex in our bed and not in the locked bathroom. Thus our groaning and moaning was adequate and loud.

About the Author

45, dad of 3, voyeuristic since my teens, happily married with an sex angel, 38

Sharing my Hot Girlfriend

My girlfriend and I were on vacation last week and had just checked into our room. We were staying on the beach and were anxious to get out in the sun so Heather went directly into the bathroom to change into her bikini and put her hair up.

Meanwhile, the bellhop showed up with our suitcases and a bag full of our booze we’d picked up to stock the room for the weekend. The bellhop offered to get me a bucket of ice and as he rounded the corner to retrieve the ice bucket, he got an eyefull of my girlfriend topless thru a window opening from the bar area into the shower/bathroom.

I didn’t realize the window was even there so when he can back he asked, sheepishly, if he should put the backet on the bar. I said of course and again he got an eyefull of Heather, this time she was naked.

I tipped him and he offered to get us more ice whenever we needed. It was a nice place, but offering to refill our ice bucket seemed to be overly generous. After he left, I went to make drinks and realized what was happening.

I mentioned this to Heather and while she wouldn’t have agreed to set this up, she was clearly turned on by this young guy seeing her naked.

We hit the beach and had a few drinks delivered to our chairs and returned to the room later, both of us horny from the sun, surf and oddly, this earlier encounter with Mike, the bellhop.

We fucked, napped and awoke ready for another round of drinks. The ice was mostly melted so I asked ie I should call Mike for a refill. HEather, with a devious twinkle in her eye said absolutely.

I called and he said he’d be right up. I challenged Heather to pretend to be asleep and leave herself partially uncovered. I went to answer his knock at the door and glanced back at Heather who was totally uncovered laying with her back to the door. Her beautiful ass was exposed and as Mike walked around the corner to the bar, so were her tits and pussy.

Mike was obviously enjoying his view and made no effort to hid his glances at Heather. He asked if there was anything else he could do and I said I’m working on it. At that, Heather rolled over on her back still pretending to be asleep but now her pussy was in full view. Mike could clearly see my cum shining on her pussy lips. (I’ll share more if you want it)

About the Author

Lucky boyfrined

Saturday Morning

I awoke to the sound of my radio/alarm clock. I rubbed the sleep away from my eyes, yawned, and shut off my alarm. It was the first Saturday of the summer and I was glad that high school was finally over. I hoisted myself off the my bed and stretched out my sore legs. I slowly walked over to my window and lifted it open.
I looked out my window and saw beautiful day. The sun was out, the temperature was warm, the birds were chirping, and the sweet sound of lawn mowers, trimming neighbor’s lawn, filled echoed throughout East Avenue.
I continued to scan the neighborhood, when something caught my eye. Through the Smiths upper window, I saw Rachel waking up. She was slowly pushing herself up from her soft bed. Rachel and I had been good friends ever since she moved here from Iowa.
Rachel arose to her feet. She was 5″ 4″, redhead, with a skinny body that was completely tan. Her face was very soft and when she smiled at you, you felt a warm, fuzzy feeling on the inside. She was wearing a gray T-shirt, which had purple lettering that I couldn’t make out. On her legs were black pajama pants, that had the word ‘sexy’ written all over it, literally. I became aroused by her appearence.
Then Rachel placed her hands at the bottom of her shirt and slowly lifted the shirt off, exposing her perfect, round breasts, that had cherry colored nipple positioned directly in the middle of each.
I quickly hid myself in the corner of my window, so she wouldn’t see me. I didn’t want her to think that I was a pervert or something.(and I not) I watched as Rachel played with her breasts in her mirror. She squeezed her them and then pinched her nipples. I saw as they became hard. After she was finished, she undid the tie on her bottoms, brought them down below her knees and exposed her long, shaved, legs and hips.
She was extremely fit and worked out a lot. I tried to get a glimpse of her pussy, but all I could see was her sexy thighs. By the point my heart was racing and I became hard.
I took a moment to settle myself down and then continued to watch. Rachel had moved over to her bed. She sat down and then spread her legs apart. Her pussy was finally visible and I saw her wet, pink, pussy lips aching for attention. Sunlight poured in from the window, which illuminated her glowing red hair and her tan body.
I stared in total pleasure as I watched her finger slide between her legs. I watched as she moaned, tilting her head back and closing her deep blue eyes, as her index and middle fingers slid in and out of her pussy with ease from he juices. She finally fell back onto bed as her orgasm commanded her body. Rachel arose walked over to her window and stared straight into my eyes.
Knowing that I had been caught I came out into full veiw. I had a guilty look on my face. She had her hand on her bare hips, with a smirk on her face. She just smiled a warm smile and waved at me. I waved back, then she turned around and went through her bathroom door, shaking her ass and hips as a gesture to me. I then knew that this would be good summer.

All characters in this story are depicted as being eighteen.

About the Author

LF is an amatuer author that is just looking for a hobby or an enjoyable way to pass the time. Please leave Comments. Thank you.