When she moved in next door, I noticed her immediately—though most men probably wouldn't have. Jenny was one of those women hiding in plain sight, buried beneath an oversized lab coat, hair piled into a messy bun that looked like she'd given up halfway through, and thick-rimmed glasses that dominated her face. No makeup. No effort. But I'd always had an eye for what lay beneath. And beneath all that? Christ. Full, heavy breasts that swayed when she walked, an ass that filled out those shapeless khakis, and legs that went on forever. She was twenty-three, brilliant, and completely oblivious to… Read more

Mrs. B and I flirted constantly, but I never imagined how far it would go. That all-nighter taught me everything worth knowing. She was my 10th grade English teacher—late twenties, Michigan grad, with flaming red hair that spilled down her back. The boys called her "Bubbles" for obvious reasons. She wore skirts too short for students, skintight pants, and tops that showed cleavage between her B-cups. She knew we lusted after her. She liked it. This was back when teachers could touch students without triggering investigations. When she leaned over my desk to check my work, her breast would re… Read more

The evening air was thick with humidity as I walked down the quiet street, my work shirt clinging to my broad shoulders. I spotted them first - two women at the bus stop, a blonde in a skirt that hugged her curves and a brunette in jeans that showed off her perfect ass. "Bus running late?" I asked, my voice deeper than I intended. They both turned, and I felt their eyes sweep over me. "Yeah, seems like it," the blonde said, her lips curling into a smile. "You waiting too?" "Nah, just got off work," I replied, leaning against the shelter. "Could use some unwinding." The brunette - Lisa, I'd… Read more