MY, OUR, YOUR SEX TAILS

I drove away from my house in a hurry, wanting to get into Queens quickly. As I got near and started fighting the traffic, I thought about Janine, the chick I was on my way to see. She worked at the 'Hollywood Video' store, and told me when I was there earlier that if I came by at closing, I would probably get lucky. We have been flirting over the last 6 weeks or so, every time I go in there. She is 18 and kind of freaky. She has her hair dyed black and a nose-ring and wears lots of eye makeup, but you can tell she is really pretty underneath and God, what a body! She has nice hips, a slim waist and a perfect set of gorgeous 36D's! She's always wearing these jeans that drag the floor because she has them pushed way down her hips, and tight t-shirts that aren't quite long enough for her. This shows off her flat tummy and navel in the sexiest way. Anyway, as I pulled into the parking lot, I could see the closed sign was already up. I walked up to t

It was almost a cliche. Our eyes almost met across the crowded dance floor of the nightclub. Although I'd noticed her, and now couldn't stop staring, the crowds hadn't parted enough for her to see me yet... I made my way onto the dance floor, slowly easing my way through the crowds of drunken revellers. Heading towards her, no idea what I'd do when I got there, but I knew that if I left at the end of the night without trying something, I'd never forgive myself. I start dancing next to her. Trying not to stare. Well, not too much anyway. She is wearing a short black skirt and a tiny blue halter-top that shows off a lot of her body. She looked good enough to eat, and I intended to do just that if I got the chance.  She was gorgeous. Young; 18 maybe? About 5'6 I guessed, although considering her high heels I wasn't too sure. Her hair was light brown, the club was too dark to see her eyes. She was staring at me. I think I must have blinked in sur

I think about her constantly; her touch, her feel. I wake up in sweats, fully aroused. Masturbating to her feels so wonderful that orgasming isn't even necessary to be satisfied. Where did she go? What was her name? I must find her. I need to thank her for what she did. I was a 20 year old college student in the prime of my life, yet things didn't feel that way. I was stuck in a relationship with a girl I didn't like. She was pretty, but was terrible to me. I went on with the relationship anyway though because I felt I could do no better. My self-esteem was at an all time low. I would masturbate rather than have sex with her sometimes. I was depressed and I didn't know why. That was until I met her. I worked at Macy’s in the shoe department at the downtown Brooklyn location. The job was very boring. I would sometimes spend hours by myself with nothing to do. When an attractive girl would come in, I would usually not say a word to her, and instead make f

I had just started working as a Physician's Assistant at a hospital in New York; Brooklyn to be exact. The staff there was very cool, especially the nurses. One night I came in for the 11 pm to 7 am shift and there was a new nurse working on the floor. She was a traveling nurse and did she have a big juicy booty. There is no way I can describe it, no words could do that awesome ass justice. She was bent over the counter as the nurse's station with her back to me; that's a good thing because my dick stood up like a pole. “Damn!” slipped from my lips as I walked up the hallway toward her. She heard my whisper and turned to look over her shoulder, so did the other two nurses. I played it off by feeling my pockets, trying to act as if I had lost my keys or something. “I sure hope I haven't lost them.” I said while continuing to check my pockets. “Calvin this is the new nurse, Miss Sheila. Sheila this in Calvin,” the charge nurse said as she introduced us. “H