All Chapters of Wild Girls: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I was at work. My colleague Megan was sitting on a leather sofa in the middle of the room. We were talking about our boss who ordered us to compile the reports at this time of the day. It was 6 p.m. and tomorrow was Saturday…Megan was wearing a light blouse and close-fitting trousers with a low waist. Her belly button was exposed and even part of the pubis could be seen. And I was wearing a snowy white translucent blouse, a short skirt, flesh-colored stockings and shoes with long stiletto heels.We had an open bottle of champagne and candies on the table. After a hot discussion we suddenly became sad. Here Megan put her hand on my thigh as if occasionally. I felt such warmth of this touch… I looked into her eyes and felt I wanted to kiss her. Our faces were so close to each other. We kissed…The kiss was not a friendly one we exchange when meeting in the morning, it was passionate… Her tongue went between my lips and explored my mo

He was a nice guy who was at the same time my boss. We got along well, though sometimes he could cry at me when I was doing something wrong. It was an ordinary Sunday when I suddenly realized I desperately wanted to see him at work next day. I wanted him to pass me by, I wanted him to look at me, talking on the phone, I wanted him to fidget on the chair, staring at my slender body and having a lot of dirty fantasies in his head. I was ready to make all his dirty fantasies come true.I stopped hiding my intentions. I didn’t give a damn. Business suits gave way to deep cleavage blouses exposing my soft boobs, I was wearing very tight clothes. So I was all so fresh, young, sexy and pretty. I was a blonde girl passing him by 100’s times a day. I felt his shy but sex craving look on my body he was sure to wanna take me on his table… I was such a nasty bad girl. He couldn’t stand it anymore.He didn’t just pounce on me. He was struggling with his self. He

Every year I and my wife go to the South for vacation. We live in Russia, in Moscow. And that 2001 year we did so, we went to the Crimea beach, and some friends of ours suggested us staying at Sudak, some seaside resort. So we did. After a long hard way to the Crimea we soon managed to get there just on time and no sooner had we got off the train than we had to find some place to stay. Tired and hungry, we dropped in some café to have some drink and some snake. Me, like a porter in a hotel with 2 big bags and my wife, with her nice traveling purse, we ordered a seat and settled down. We were just 28 and 25, no need to describe myself, but my wife, Samantha, was tall, sexy, with gorgeous tits and tight ass, long curvy hair and bright eyes, she looked so innocent though we had been already married for 4 years. I should also add that we got used to wearing some light and open cloth when we went to the South for vacation. My wife always evaded wearing some bras and all like that, as it

I set up my lounge chair, grabbed a glass of icy water, put my headphones in my ears and laid back to relax. Before long, I felt myself nodding off…Next thing I know, I felt moist between my legs, and it felt like a tongue running up my legs. I cried out in shock and began to sit up, but then I felt a hand coming over my eyes and someone whispered in my ear: “Just relax, girl, I wanted to surprise you” I know that it was the voice of my boyfriend, so I lay back down and relaxed. Sun was shining brightly, weather was very heat, and my pussy got wet. My boyfriend put his hands on my eyes so that I wouldn’t open them. He kept me blindfolded anticipating for what happens next.The moisture between my legs began to rise, as the hot wet tongue reached my pussy. Gently I spread my legs wide apart, so that he could work on the entire crotch. But soon I realized that that my boyfriend was not alone there, as his hands were still over my eyes! So, if he was

where are you going? Mike asked Debbie and Amanda passing by the quay- Hi, we are for the swim…. On the beach, join us!- Come on! He saidIt had been about 3 weeks since Debbie and Amanda arrived at the beach this year, they both had managed to stuck up new friends here, Mike was regarded as Debbie’s friend. They often walked together, kissing and going to the beach at nights to swim naked. And more often, he touched her body while swimming as if quite unexpectedly. Sometimes he caressed her gently by the waist, sometimes his hand moved down and groped her beaver down there. To Debbie’s regret it didn’t go any further. The point was in some kind of shyness of Mike, as for Debbie herself: she couldn’t dare sound her desires directly. Now it was a very pat moment to develop their relations and deepen their intimacy, for the girls were on the way not to the public beach, but to some private place, quiet and desolate. The Laguna was s